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  1. Author’s Note: This omo will play out similar to the forth level of the game Tomb Raider: Legend and will not be a shot for shot retelling of the same story omo-fied, but rather highlighting different adventures of Lara where she had to endure embarrassing moments in her missions. Lara’s Diary entry 1: Dear diary, after my encounter with James Rutland in the ruined city of Tiwanaku in Bolivia, I have become suspicious that other people are looking for the sword. After sometime knowing that my good friend Amanda Evert was alive and finding a statue of Tiwanaku's last queen, whose life strongly parallels the common legends of King Arthur and a replica of her sword. The tip resembles an artifact stolen by Takamoto, who is a Japanese businessman and a member of the Yakuza that loves ancient weapons. I naturally traveled to Japan to go confront Takamoto at Nishimura’s party and my negotiations with him didn’t end up well as I stormed his office before facing and defeating him in a final duel with the stolen sword fragment in hand. It turns out that the sword possessed destructive magical abilities and was believed to be discovered by an 11th-century crusader said to have been a knight of Arthur. I returned back to the party and had a few drinks, I already felt the effects happening in a moment’s time. I had to pee, but I chose to hold it in. I kept ordering drinks, which was bad because I really had to pee and in no time I became drunk, you can guess that need was more desperate as I was going to explode soon. So I raced over to the bathroom and all I remember was having an accident right in front of the toilet. It was over and I didn’t make it, but being drunk I thought I was forcefully peeing into the toilet and only realised then that I was standing up. I naturally sat down onto the floor and watched myself wet my black laced panties, so I was sitting in my own puddle with my guns and grenades dipped in the mess. I hope I will not have to endure a similar occurrence in my next assignment. I chose to pursue Rutland to a Ghanaian temple hidden behind a waterfall and coincidentally it was a location my father explored during his career. I spotted Rutland’s men, this was definitely the place, I swan dived off the cliff and landed into the river. I climb on the rope near where I am and the waterfall opens up and reveals the entrance of the tomb. I just realised that all the traps weren’t working and were motionless. I continued through and later I was in a big gunfight with Rutland’s men, I naturally killed them all because I’m the best, but I only just realised that the tee I drank before coming here was taking a toll on me. I put it aside and continued on my adventure, I did a lot of swing and jumping to get to the other side. What I didn’t realise was the only why to proceed was to flood the tomb and the idea of flooding the tomb was torturing me. So I did some more jumping and climbing to get to the flooding room, I walked to far and fell of the small cliff and I didn’t see the leopard coming straight at me, I almost had a fear wetting while I was shooting the wild creature, I had to do an elaborate and time taking job of climbing and swinging my way to flood gates. As I got the water to rise up I had to drive into it, as I was in the water, my body wanted me to let and release but I didn’t want to so I had to hold it as I swam my way back to my circus act and onto the next part of the tomb. I was really desperate now, the leopard incident kickstarted my bladder and the swimming almost made me want to piss. As I continued through this part of the tomb, some traps were work and some weren’t but the battle with my bladder would soon come to an end. I remember this vividly, I was going to jump over the broken traps, but then a huge bolder came charging after me and I ran and jumped as fast as I could. I was loosing control every few minutes as I squirted a lot in my pink laced panties, I got out of there safely and watched how the bolder went tumbling down and was destroyed. I looked up and then I started peeing, I watched in fear as I was wet my brown shorts. I closed my eyes and opened them later to discover a very noticeable wet Mark in the front of my pants, I tend to think that I lost control because I was surrounded by waterfalls. To Be Continued...
  2. There is a fear wetting scene in the film Theresa and Allison (2019) at 1:27:30. It is currently free to watch on Tubi
  3. From the album: AlphaHyoudou's Art

    I think Raphi is going to kill someone after this 😂 Credits to @AkenoSama for his OC, she sure will have her revenge later 👀
  4. A loud horn blared inside the walls of Fire Force Company 8’s headquarters. Maki Oze’s Head snapped up, as she was women from a paperwork induced trance. The monotony of the boring office work was in stark contrast to the high risk aspect of being a fire soldier. Killing Infernals. The smoldering, once human creatures were one of the biggest threats to the Tokyo Empire, and it was the job of the Fire Force to make sure they were kept in check. Maki hurried to get her gear, including the standard fire resistant jacket that was the staple of a fire soldier, and her hat, stylized like the pointy headwear of medieval witches and proudly displaying the Company 8 insignia. Mani was joined in the halls by Capitan Obi, the leader of Company 8, and his right hand man, Lieutenant Hinawa. They were discussing the emergency and quickly got Maki up to speed. “ Two Infernals have been spotted about a mile away” said Capitan Obi. “It should be a routine job.” The Lieutenant nodded his assent. The three veteran members of Company 8 were the first into the garage, the rookies not far behind. Shinra and Arthur pushed through the door next, arguing all the way. Next came the team’s engineer, Vulcan who slid in to the driver’s seat of the Matchbox, Company 8’s main mode of transportation, next to Victor Licht, the company’s one man science department. Tamaki and Iris, the last members of the small company slid into the back of the Matchbox, and Capitan Obi knocked on the wall to signal Vulcan to take off. The whole process took less than five minutes. “Okay everybody”, came Capitan Obi’s voice. This should just be a simple job, get in, put the Infernals to rest, and then get out. However, there may be a chance that this is the work of the White Clad, in which case we need to be more careful.” Maki grimaced at the mention of the evil organization that had been terrorizing the Tokyo Empire. The Food Force has learned that their final goal was to wipe out humanity in a second Great Cataclysm, a repeat of the disaster that has almost ended all of humanity. Captain Obi spoke again. “ Shinra. It’s going to be your job to engage any White Clads that we see. Your speed should allow you to take them on before they can get away. That will give us time to put the Infernals to rest and the help you out”. Obi’s proposal was met with nodded heads. Maki felt a rush of anticipation as they neared the scene of the emergency. Vulcan pulled to a stop, and Company 8 got to work. As soon as the team got out of the Matchbox, Shinra used the speed provided by his Edola Burst to shoot into the sky, hunting for anyone who might be a White Clad agent. Maki a and the rest of Company 8 ran toward the house that served as the scene of the fire. The roof billowed smoke and the timber groaned as the structural stability of the house started to falter. Obi quickly split them into groups, sending Maki, Tamaki, and Iris around the back while he and Hinawa went in the front. Maki used her abilities as a second-generation pyrokenetic to push the blazing flames to the side, allowing for a safe entrance. As they moved inside, Maki felt the heart beat quicken. No matter how many times she entered a fire, Maki always felt the rush of fear causes but being surrounded by heart and flames. Even though her second-generation abilities would keep her safe from the flames, human instinct told her to be scared of fire, and so she was. Still she would do her job, no matter how scared she was. That was what it meant to be a fire soldier. The group rushed into what looked to be a living room. The walls were blackened and the furniture was charred almost beyond recognition. A quick glance told Maki that there was no Infernal to be found in the room. They continued on. Maki’s group meet up with Hinawa and Obi near the front door. A glowing, burning monster stood next to them. Another spoke of fear shot through Maki. She felt her stomach so somersaults at the sight of the Infernal. Her underwear heated up briefly as a few drops of pee shout out of her body. Maki realized she should probably have gone before they left on the mission. Her bladder tightened again, but Maki was able too prevent any further leakage. Maki was no stranger to Ono the job accidents. In her line of work, dangerous situations were common, and the occasional wetting was nothing to be ashamed of. Still, Maki would prefer to save herself the embarrassment of a full accident. She gritted her teeth, and tore her focus back to more pressing matters. “Sister Iris!” yelled Hinawa. “Please start the prayer!” Iris ran forward, tented her hands, and began to chant the words of the familiar prayer that would allow the soul of the Infernal to be put to rest and guaranteed a good afterlife. As Iris spoke Company 8 jumped into action. Maki focused on keeping the surrounding flames at bay while Tamaki and Hinawa distracted the Infernal. Obi ran at the monster head-on, his intense physical training allowing him to move quickly even while carrying the weight of his heavy fire equipment. He pulled an axe from the pack on his shoulder and died at the Infernal. The axe cut deep into the creature’s chest, and with a howl of rage, it burst into flames, its body collapsing, as it was sent back to join the Great Sol. Maki felt relief was over her as the last charred embers of the Infernal faded away. Obi gave the signal to move out, and the company headed to the door. Suddenly, a crash behind the group caused Maki to swivel, searching for the source of the noise. She didn’t need to look far. A towering Infernal stood before her leering down with its charred features. Burning terror shot through Maki as the monster leaned toward her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the shocking appearance of the creature sent waves of fear through her body. Her already stressed bladder responded immediately. Maki felt her underwear dampen with a sense of detachment, as the fact the she was pissing herself took a backseat to her survival instinct. Still she was able to register the warm streaks of urine that poured down her legs, as well as the feeling of the liquid sticking to the uniform she wore underneath the fire resistant material. The shameful warmth in her pants felt different from the heat of the fire, a more damp, dark kind of heat as opposed to the bright flames of the blaze. Thh hey Ed monster in front of her raised a long, thin limb above its head, but before it could bring the appendage down on the terrified fire soldier, a bullet ripped through its chest and it collapsed. Maki’s senses rushed back to her just in time to hear the final words of the prayer and to register the smoking barrel of Hinawa’s gun as her savior. A blush rose on her cheeks as she felt the warm wetness coating her groin and thighs. Maki sent a quick prayer off thanks to the person who defined her uniform with so many layers, a feature that in addition to providing better heat resistance, also hid her embarrassing accident. After confirming that all parties were unharmed, Company 8 headed outside where the Matchbox was waiting. Shinra stood next to the vehicle with Licht and Vulcan. Between them stood a woman dressed in a white cloak with a red cross on the front. The front of her headpiece had been pulled back to reveal her face twisted in a scowl. Her dark blue braids and unique pointed irises marked her as Arrow, a powerful servant of the Evangelist that the Fire Force has been trying to capture for quite some time. Maki couldn’t help but notice the dark stain covering a portion of her cloak the wet fabric still glistened in the sunlight marking her accident to be just as recent as Maki’s. Well, at least I’m not the only one, Maki thought as Capitan Obi congratulated Shinra and exchanged stories. Maki quietly slipped into the back of the Matchbox, her only thoughts on getting back to base and getting cleaned up. It has been a very eventful mission.
  5. Hello, everyone! Anyone who read any of my Overwatch stories will probably know what to expect, but for those new: I love fear wetting/messing, and there is a lot of it. While I'm only opening with the one short story here, this thread will be where I post any others I write. So for now, I hope you guys like it! The Battle of the Broken Shore An Alliance ship sailed for the Broken Shore. The Legion had returned, and a massive battle was unfolding there. The situation was dire, dire enough that King Varian Wrynn himself was coming to face the threat. Miriam and Lia, two Alliance knights in their full armor and colors, looked out at the pale, unearthly green glow on the horizon. After a few tours on Outland, Miriam had learned to be deathly afraid of the Legion. Lia, however, had never confronted so much as an imp. What a surprise she’s in for, thought Miriam. People were shouting suddenly. What was wrong? There was too much noise from every direction. All the ships, all the people shouting, the waves, the sounds of demons. DEMONS?! Strange, gargoyle-like creatures at begun attacking the ships. Some landed and entered into brutal melees with nearby soldiers, but some just grabbed an unlucky victim and flew off with them, taking them who-knows-where. “Come on, Miriam, we have to help!” Lia shouted, as she drew her sword and shield and made for the enemy, as one of the beasts landed on their particular ship. But Miriam did not move to help. She was completely still with fear. She’d seen what demons could do to even the strongest of mortals. She’d seen how many of them there were. As the gargoyle raked its claw across a knight, tearing his armor wide open, Miriam’s wavering control over her bladder failed. Hot urine streamed into, then through her panties, wetting them. She felt the urine flow down her toned, muscly thighs, then flowing out between the chainmail segments of her armor, loudly splattering onto the wooden floor beneath her, leaving a fairly embarrassing puddle. Lia was still foolhardy in her bravery, and climbed atop the demon, expertly shoving her sword into its neck. It screamed in pain before collapsing to the ground, dead. Despite this victory, Miriam’s fears were not abated, for she could only think that it took half a platoon of seasoned men and women just to kill one of the beasts. Lia strode over, a look of mild annoyance upon her face, “We could have used some help, you know,”. “I… I know, I’m sorry, it’s just… I’ve seen what demons are capable of,” “Then why don’t you help us stop them?” “That’s why I’m here, but just… being face-to-face with one, I couldn’t move, I could only...” she glanced down at her puddle with shame. Lia took notice of the puddle, too. She place an armored hand on Miriam’s armored shoulder, and with some sympathy said “you can trust me to have your back, you know,”. She gave her shoulder a bit of a squeeze, “I can trust you to have mine, right?”. Miriam’s fear subsided a bit, “Yeah. Yeah, you can,”. A man up in the crow’s nest suddenly screamed down to the crew, “INFERNALS! EVASIVE ACTIONS!!”. Miriam might never have seen those strange bat demons before, but she was well acquainted with the dreaded infernals. Terrifying, towering monsters made of black rock and green, demonic fire. She looked to the sky, and sure enough, several meteors leaving fiery green trails rained from the heavens upon them. Miriam felt her bowels begin to loosen, for if an infernal crashed into their ship, no amount of skill or training would save them. She might not have been the most pious individual, but she began to pray to the Light for safety. As she prayed, the ship nearest to theirs was suddenly obliterated in a massive explosion of green felfire. Anyone who wasn’t incinerated immediately was likely to drown, or to become food for the island’s less-than-friendly marine life. As she watched the wreckage sink, yet continue to burn in its demonic way, her bowels expelled their contents. Her black panties bulged, and reached out until they touched the seat of her plate armor. Her expulsion was forceful, and Lia, who heard the sounds of Miriam’s release, looked at her butt to notice that Miriam’s armor covering her ass actually moved back slightly. Miriam continued pushing log after log into her armor, her attempts to regain control were utter failures. Lia couldn’t judge her, for her own panties became wet with urine upon seeing the explosion. She didn’t fully lose control, but most certainly had a wet spot the size of a few coins on the front of her skimpy black panties. She felt a single, small trail of urine course down her right leg, making its way into her boot. Miriam looked out at armies of demons gathering on the shores, the ones she’d be fighting in mere minutes. She was terrified beyond all recognition, but she would fight, for that is what a warrior does. And looking at the other knights on the ship, she was far from the only one who’d be running into battle in sodden panties, if all the armored feet standing in puddles was any indication. This was going to be a long battle. ----------------------------------------------------------- Lia was on fire. It was probably best to specify that she was not literally on fire, considering their opponents. No, she was on fire in the sense that she must have killed sixty demons in half as many minutes. Her armor was tattered and largely destroyed by now. Her chestplate had been discarded, leaving only a chainmail shirt covering her upper body. One of her shoulder pads had been blown away, leaving only the pad on her right shoulder, which was dented and damaged. Her helmet had been knocked off, revealing her scarred face, and long blonde hair. She was quite the demon, herself, spitting toe-curling curses as she carved through demons like a knife through butter, and issuing terrifying war cries. Quite frankly, the loss of her armor only made her faster, not more vulnerable. Miriam’s job at this point had devolved into protecting Lia’s backside from any demons attempting to sneak up on her. Her wet legs and messy bottom were uncomfortable, still, but she ignored it for her friend’s sake. A large felguard charged at the duo, screaming all the way. Miriam raised her shield, and braced herself for the battle. She and the demon parried and struck with wild ferocity. The felguard was obviously surprised by her strength and fortitude; perhaps they’d been promised easy conquest and were finding it not-so-easy. After a few more rounds of striking back and forth, Miriam’s sword slashed across the demon’s hamstring, bringing down into a kneeling position. With the difference in height now negated, Miriam swung, and decapitated the monster. She turned towards her friend, “Lia, did you see that?!” she shouted with pride. Her happiness died quickly, however, as she saw Lia being thrown to the ground by an enormous doomguard. The beast roared, and Miriam felt her crotch grown warm once again. Small rivulets of pee worked their way down her legs. The demon raised its weapon up, preparing to bring it down upon Lia, who had long since discarded her shield. Realizing this, Miriam threw her shield to Lia, who grabbed it eagerly. The doomguard brought its massive sword down, slamming into the shield. Lia was an expert at playing through the fear, but today it got the better of her. As her arms nearly crumpled under the weight of the next strike, her bladder crumpled under the weight of her fright. Warmth engulfed her crotch and ass, pooling on the ground around her. On the next hit, her bowels voided, propelling her semisolid mess into her skimpy panties, which could hardly contain it. After the next hit, more mess came out, overwhelming her (poor choice in) panties. As the mess slipped by her almost thong-like underwear and into her armor, another hit nearly split the shield in half. She was certain that one more hit would cleave the shield, and also her, in half. The demon screamed suddenly, however, and Lia looked up to see Miriam mirroring her own trick from earlier: she had climbed upon the demon, and was stabbing it in the neck. The beasts overly-muscled arms could not reach her. With a few more gory, grotesque slashes, Miriam had all but removed the demon’s entire throat, and it finally collapsed, dead. Miriam offered Lia her hand, which she accepted. She stood, and prepared to face more demons, but she noticed: her army was retreating. The demons were advancing. A loud, authoritative voice boomed in the distance, “Fall back! Fall back! We’re retreating from the Broken Shore!”. While it certainly wasn’t hard to understand why, looking at the incredibly massive force of demons, Lia still could hardly accept it. Only when Miriam grabbed hold of her arm and began pulling as hard as she could did Lia move. They boarded the ship that brought them here, which had mercifully not been incinerated, yet. Only moments after they stepped foot on the ship, it began to depart, leaving anyone still on the Shore to their fate. Lia was very grateful that her armor hid her fairly large accident from the other knights. As she saw some female draenei priest whose pants had a large wet stain down the front, and a lumpy, brown bulge in the back, she was reminded that there were probably very few people on this ship who hadn’t soiled themselves pretty thoroughly. She looked back at the island, hatefully. This time, Miriam put her arm on Lia’s shoulder, which gave some comfort. The mess that was smeared across her ass and some of her legs just seemed to accentuate the feeling of total defeat. They would come back. She would come back. And next time, she would not lose.
  6. Alright so it's called Watashi, Nouryoku wa Heikinchi de tte Itta yo ne! A red haired girl is thrown by her friend towards a dragon in the sky and she falls and immediately is embarrassed and covers her crotch with her hands This is at 8:45-9 min Then later at about 10:30 or so, her companion goes looking for her and she is bathing and tries to sheepishly explain why she wet herself. Her clothes are shown on a drying line after being washed.
  7. My firefox ripping is not working so I was wondering if someone could rip this or make it a download? Cheers! https://thisvid.com/videos/girls-fear-wetting/
  8. Would someone be able to rip this video or make it a download? I have bad luck on thisvid with getting things to work. Thanks! http://thisvid.com/videos/blond-girl-pees-herself-in-fear/
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    My doodles of Frisk, Girlfriend, and a VERY simplified Paimon XD! (For all tense and purposes, all the characters I draw automatically become 18 if they aren't).
  10. Been playing a lot of Dead by Daylight lately (yes, I know I'm late to the game) and got me in the mood looking for fear wetting and found this: https://thisvid.com/videos/fear-wetting-in-denim-shorts-psycho-thrillers/ Obviously not monster related, but still. Apologies if it's a repost.
  11. At night outside the city, a guy in a white hoodie and black jeans was hiding in the house of another victim. Under his hood was pale skin, long black hair and a bloody smile, it was Jeff. Surprisingly, the victim did not come, but rather as if deliberately hesitated. While he was waiting, thirst really tormented him, fortunately he noticed a bottle of water on the table, and without realizing it he drank it completely. An hour passed, but the girl was not there, Jeff was already thinking to go down, but there was another problem, his bladder. Apparently, the bottle of water was clearly affected by this, but Jeff was not going to retreat. After 20 minutes it was hard to wait, he felt the bubble filling, he crossed his legs, but it did not help. Jeff squeezed his hand between his legs when he felt that a drop of urine came out of him, he was already dancing the pi pi dance. Deciding that it was not worth it, he jumped out of the window, from which a stream escaped into his pants “DAMN,” he growled grabbing his crotch and had to walk slowly with his hand between his legs. When he was in the forest, someone knocked him down and pinned him to a tree It was a girl in a mask and a black dress, she pressed her knee between Jeff's legs. Jane, he recognized the girl who wanted to take revenge on him for everything, but despite this he pressed himself to her knee, realizing that he could wet himself in front of her, she noticed it. “What are you doing, you pervert ?!” she hissed, which made him uncomfortable, then she took off the mask, where there was a similar face like Jeff, but with feminine features. "Do you know how long I was looking for you? Long, but now you will pay for everything!" - then she pressed the knife to Jeff's throat, which caused him to cry with fear, and then it happened. Jane suddenly felt warmth on her knee, and Jeff relaxed, yellow liquid flowed onto the girl's knee with a hiss making and dripped onto the grass underneath. “Did you wet yourself ?!” - After these words, Jeff started to cry, he realized that he had pissed in his pants in front of the girl. "Shame. Look at you! World killer maniac, just scared and wet his pants." Before leaving, she said: "Your piss in pants won't save you next time!" Then he woke up in his hideout on a mattress, but in street clothes, when he wanted to wash up, he suddenly noticed Jane in the corner with a knife! A hiss suddenly appeared in the room, and his pants and mattress were stained with urine. "Oh Jeff, come on, you coward! Stop pissing yourself!"
  12. The wetting happens at roughly 50 seconds when a fake grenade rolls under a blindfolded man's chair
  13. As the sun shone above the city of Mondstadt, Amber's eyes opened. She stretched lazily and yawned before getting out of bed. Quickly, she got dressed donning her usual red and white top along with brown shorts. Amber grabbed her favorite weapon, a trusty bow, on her way out of the door. Stepping into the city she loved, Amber smiled before starting the walk to work. Amber loved her job. She was a Knight of Favonious, a part of the organization sworn to protect Mondstadt from harm. Amber was no ordinary Knight however. She was the organization's only Outrider, frequently venturing into the land around the city to round up stray creatures that would otherwise harm travelers. As Amber pulled open the doors to The Knight's headquarters, she felt a small ache in her stomach. She knew the feeling well. As an Outrider, Amber was accustomed to spending long periods of time away from the usual facilities that civilization had to offer. She dismissed the thought, knowing that she could hold her bladder for a good while. She was no where near desperate enough to actively seek out a bathroom, and if worse came to worse, a bush was always available. Entering the library, Amber noticed two figure chatting in the center of the room. One of the figures was easily identifiable as Lisa the librarian due to her large pointed witch's hat. the other figure remained a mystery until Amber got closer to the conversation. Hearing her approach, both figures turned around. Amber smiled as she recognized the woman standing next to Lisa. The women was blond, and dressed in a white shirt with a sky blue overcoat hanging loosely on her shoulders. She wore a scabbard containing a fearsome looking blade, and white leggings to match her shirt. The women's name was Jean. She was the Grand Master of The Knights of Favoinous, and had been Amber's idol ever since she started leading the order. "Hey Amber!" Lisa said. "I've got an important assignment for you." " Sure! What is it?" was Amber's cheerful reply. She wanted to seem as willing as possible in front of her commander. "A camp of hillchurls has been seen by Springvale. It's a larger group than usual." "That shouldn't be a problem" Amber said. Hillchurls were a common occurrence in the area surrounding Mondstadt. "I'll come with you" said Jean. Amber was surprised. Jean only came on expeditions if Mondstadt was in direct danger. "I want to see how our very best Outrider does her job." Amber couldn't help but blush at the praise. After quickly agreeing, the two women went to prepare for their journey. Filling up their bags with food, water and medical supplies, they left the headquarters to begin their quest. Amber couldn't help but think again of her bodily needs. She glanced around, but saw no bathroom readily available. She decided that she would just go once they arrive d in Springvale. Springvale was a quaint town a few miles to the south of Mondstadt. It was a short ride, but nevertheless Amber could feel her bladder steadily fill. She was at the point where normally she would either find a toilet or aa bush to relive herself. jean's presence complicated the matter. For one Amber didn't want to force Jean to stop just so she could use the bathroom, but also she was afraid it might lower Jean's opinion of her best, and only, Outrider. So Amber decided that she could at least wait until the reached the town to take a break. As the small town rose on the horizon, the two riders noticed plumes of smoke rising from the outskirts of the settlement. It appeared that the hillchurls had set up camp just outside the town limits. As the two approached they could see nearly twenty of the huminoid creature gathered inside a cruelly constructed fence, surrounding a large fire pit. Wordlessly Amber and Jean dismounted a ways away from the creatures and crouched behind the meager foliage provided by the valley's plants. "I'm going to sneak around the other side and attack from there. You cover me with your bow." Jean whispered. Amber nodded her agreement, and the Grand master slunk off to the right. Amber was now left with nothing but her thoughts as she waited for Jean's attack. Those thoughts turned naturally to her bladder. Amber had unconsciously been squeezing her thighs together and jiggling her legs up and down in an effort to lighten the strain. Amber cursed her earlier decision not to stop for a restroom break. She had hoped that they would pause in Springvale before engaging the hillchurls, but that fantasy had never come to pass. As she sat behind the bushes, Amber came to a realization. While Jean was on the other side pf the camp, she was free to relive herself without anyone knowing. She quickly unbuttoned her brown shorts, but just when she was about to pull down her clothes, Amber hear a hillchurl grunt in alarm. Fumbling with her pants she quickly grabbed her bow and looked out from her cover. She felt a drop of urine hit the inside of her undergarments and cringed at its wetness. As she watched Jean came barreling into the camp with her sword drawn. Amber, acting on instinct quickly popped up and pulled her bowstring back. Jean's sword quickly dealt with the two hillchurls on the far side of the camp. Amber let loose her arrow and another creature fell. Jean was quick to follow u with another clean kill. The bulk of the pack rushed toward Jean in an attempt to avenge their fallen companions. This maneuver left their backs completely open to an attack for Amber's arrows. Five more creature fell in quick succesion. The majority of the fight followed this pattern. Hillchurls continued to drop due to either a sword to the cheat or an arrow in the back. As jean was swarmed by the remaining five creatures, amber pulled out her secret weapon. Endowing an arrow with the Pyro element, she let loose a fiery projectile that quickly finished off most of the remaining enemies. The last was dropped by Jean's blade. Amber looked across at her partner and smiled. Working together they had easily defeated the entire camp. Amber's excitement turned to confusion when she saw a look of alarm on Jean's face. "Watch out!" A large claw came down on Amber's shoulder and she was knocked to the ground. A final advisory stood over her, club raised, poised to deliver a devastating blow. Amber's training and human instinct was the only thing that let her survive. She quickly snatched one of her arrows that had fallen to the ground when the hillchurl knocked her over. She thrust the sharp projectile upward piercing the beast's chest. With a howl it fell to the ground, lifeless. Amber breathed a sigh of relief. Her relief quickly turned to horror. Although Amber was not harmed, her bladder was. The dam burst, and wet warmth began to flood the archer's pants. Her legs instantly heated up, and in the flickering light of the fire, Amber could see a dark stain forming on her shorts. The pee spread down to her backside completely covering her ear with hot liquid. The dry earth she was sitting on soaked up the moisture greedily as if it were water. Amber felt tears form in her eyes as she soaked her clothes. "Amber are you all right!" came Jean's voice punching through Amber's daze. She quickly shot to her feet and turned in an attempt to hide her accident form the other woman. Her attempt was in vain. As soon as Jean drew close to Amber she could see the dark stain that had appeared on her shorts, and noticed the puddle below her feet. "Oh!" Jean said in surprise her calm persona faltering. She quickly recovered and gave Amber a hug. "It happens to everyone." She whispered into the Amber's brown hair. With a sigh Amber pulled away from the embrace. "Lets not talk about it" she said. "Okay" Jean replied. "As long as you're okay." Neither girl felt much like celebrating their victory, and silently mounted their steeds to begin the journey home. ------------------------------------------------ Upon their arrival in Mondstatd, the girls bid each other goodnight and headed their separate ways. Amber trudged to her home, and after closing the door behind her flopped on the bed. She quickly remembered the state of her clothes and decided to take a shower instead. Feeling much better after her cleanse Amber quickly fell asleep. She had had a long day. jean's night would not be so relaxing. She unpacked the horses at the headquarters and walked to her office. Sitting down in the cozy chair that sat behind her desk she began to go through the day's reports. Before long, she lit a candle to fend off the creeping darkness of nightfall. After what must have been an hour of reading, Jean looked up from her desk. The clock read that it was nearly midnight. Getting up and stretching, the grand Master moved to blow out the candle. As she bent down to extinguish the light she was racked with a spasm of pain in her bladder. She bent nearly double as a wave of desperation hit her body. She had been holding her pee for a long time due to how fill her bladder was, yet she had not felt a thing. Staggering into the hallway, jean looked around in desperation for an available bathroom. Hobbling down the hallway, she continued her search, until she found herself in the library. Giving one more desperate glance around, Jean felt the floodgates start to open. "Oh no!" she yelled at nobody in particular as she began to wet her pants. Her hands shot to the crotch of her leggings, but it was no use. A wave of urine pored into her pants, streaming down her legs. The hiss of the golden fluid was audible. Streaks of fabric on Jean's legs quickly darkened. A puddle began to form on the ground and jean knew there was no hope. She stood in resignation as her bladder finally slowed its release. She looked down to survey the damage, and knew how Amber had felt earlier in the night. With a sigh The Grand Master of the Knights of Favonious, walked home with a change of clothes, a bath, and a good night's sleep at the front of her mind.
  14. Hi, I’ll be writing a series of stories about Genshin Impact characters having wetting and messing incidents. You can enjoy the stories even if you haven’t played, but the stories will follow Genshin Impact canon events and contain spoilers, so you may want to wait until you have played the story routes for the character in question before reading. Each story will be mostly independent and have different tags, so feel free to skip ones with tags you don’t like. Tags: Wetting, Fear Wetting, Female Character spoilers: Paimon, Traveler Paimon and I have been traveling together for a while now. We met when I saved Paimon from drowning and she has since joined me on my travels. Currently, the two of us are headed to Mondstadt to find information about my twin. “Lumine, hurry up, Mondstadt isn’t far from now.”, Paimon called out to me. “Yeah, we should hurry indeed”, I replied. There was a reason I was walking instead of jogging as I would usually do. That reason was the pressure building up in my abdomen. It has been half a day since I took a piss in the morning and I would need to go again soon. Maybe I should tell Paimon about my predicament and just go here on the beach I thought to myself. We were close to Mondstadt, where I could finally use a real restroom instead of going in the wild, but I wasn’t sure I could hold it that much longer. There was no shame in going out in the wild in front of Paimon. Having travelled with Paimon, who has a small body like that of a fairy, I have witnessed Paimon desperately dashing off to find some privacy to take care of business on more than one occasion. Paimon loves a good meal and drink, and claims she has more than one stomach, including one specifically for liquids. Unfortunately for Paimon, she still only has one bladder, one that had a scaled down capacity due to her small body frame. All the liquid she drank would quickly fill up Paimon’s bladder and send her running off desperately, seeking relief. On at least one drunken night where Paimon ended up more than tipsy, she didn’t make it in time. I loved teasing Paimon when she was desperate, as she would run off with the usually fair skin on her face bright red. Paimon probably needs to go soon too, I thought to myself. I’ll just go after Paimon, I thought to myself. I’ll be able to tease Paimon again, and it will be less embarrassing for me as well. Lumine wasn’t wrong. Paimon’s stomach dedicated to liquid had quickly processed the milk she had in the morning and was gradually filling up her bladder. On any other day she would have told Lumine about her emergency and then ran off and did her business behind some bushes. Today however, Mondstadt was just hours away. In the wilderness where one could be days away from the nearest signs of civilization, there was no point looking for a bathroom. But when Mondstadt, The City of Freedom was just ahead, going out in the wild suddenly became much more embarrassing for Paimon. “What would Lumine say if she knew I couldn’t even hold it half a day?” Paimon thought to herself. Surely she would tease me to no end. Paimon decided that at least for today, she would show Lumine she was a big girl and could make it to Mondstadt without taking a bathroom break. I didn’t travel far from the beach before I encountered a cliff in the way. Usually such a small cliff wouldn’t pose any challenge to me, but today, all the liquid in my body was going to make the climb much more difficult. I glanced over to Paimon to confirm that we were going the right direction. “Just over this cliff and we will be able to see Mondstadt”, she replied. Easy for her to say, she could fly. No point in arguing, I jumped on to the cliff and started my ascent.The usual body motions I do when climbing were shifting the liquid in my bladder and hitting the opening, as if it were floodwaters raming on a dam, looking for any crack to pour though. I wanted to cross my legs, or even press down on my mound with my hands, but I couldn’t while climbing. All that I could do was tighten my pelvic muscles and continue my climb. Just as I was approaching the top, my foot missed a crevasse that I was trying to get a foothold on. The sudden shock sent a spurt out and made a small berry sized patch of wetness on my panties. I quickly regained control of both my hold on my bladder and my hold on the cliff wall and made it to the top. As soon as I was no longer hanging on to dear life on the cliff, I instinctively crossed my legs and pressed my hands on to my panties and felt the moistness that I had just made. Not too much damage I thought to myself. “How many near accidents would these panties hold before it became obvious I wet myself?” I thought to myself. Paimon’s voice broke my train of thought. “You look like you need to go. Maybe we should stop for a toilet break?” Paimon was waiting at the top of the cliff and must have seen my embarrassing performance, and was teasing me about it. “No need, we can see Mondstadt from here already, we can go when we get to Mondstadt”, I snapped back with all the strength I could muster. Indeed the majestic walls and cathedral of Mondstadt were in view after we scaled the cliff. Paimon was surprised by my response, but didn’t push the issue further. Little did I know that Paimon was far less concerned about teasing me at the time and much more concerned with not having yet another major accident in front of me. After another short hike forward we arrived at a Statue of the Seven. This statue of the Ameno Archon was in the middle of the lake. Paimon mentioned before that we should pray to the Statues of the Seven when we encounter them since the Archons will watch over us on our travels. However, the statue was in the middle of the lake and there were no bridges for us to cross. I would have to swim across. Usually I hated getting wet, all while seeing Paimon gleefully glide across the water surface. It made my clothes all damp and stick to the skin. However, today I was glad to have the opportunity to go for a swim, because it gave me a unique opportunity to get my long due relief. If I just wet myself in the water as I swam across the lake, Paimon would be none the wiser. All my clothes will be all soaked coming out of the lake, and not just my undies, so I might as well take care of business at the same time. “What a brilliant plan!” I thought to myself as I started to wade into the lake to cross. As soon as my feet hit the icy cold water, I felt another burst of urine shooting out of my bladder. I quickly submerged my butt into water to make sure my knee socks and skirt were not getting wet before they hit the water. Then I opened the floodgates. All the stored liquid in my body came gushing out. I could no longer feel the wetness of my piss underwater, but I could still feel the warmness of my own body heated compared to the surrounding water. My pee drifted in the water as I slowly started paddling forward. I was releasing more of my pee from under me as I started swimming forward, with some of it drifting on to my legs where I could feel a bit of its warmth. I didn’t know if I should be overjoyed by my own brilliance of wetting in the lake where the damage wouldn’t be visible or disgusted by the fact that as a grown lady I had just had my first accident. All I knew is that I was feeling relieved. As the flow of piss out my body started dying down, I shivered a bit since some of my body heat also left with the pee. I was already at the other side of the lake. I pushed one last time with my pelvic muscles and squeezed out the last drops from my bladder. The feeling of letting go felt so good that I couldn’t help but let out an audible moan. I didn’t even care if Paimon heard anymore, because I was floating in my own heaven of relief. While I stealthily got my relief, Paimon was still trying to hold her urine, but was quickly reaching her limit. She felt as if she was leaking like an Hydro Slime, or even about to burst like an Ameno Slime. Lumine splashing in the water only made things worse. Paimon wondered if she could discreetly move her jumper suit to one side and just pee into the lake. “Lumine would surely see her and there would be no end to her teasing”, she thought. She landed on the island in the lake next to the Statue of Seven and tried her best to shift her body to not put pressure on her bladder, and she was holding her body with her tiny hands. After I had swam across the lake I was now at the foot of the Statue of Seven. I turned my attention to Paimon who seemed about to have her accident of her own. “You ok there Paimon?” I asked. “Uh, I am pp-praying to the Ameno Archon”, Paidmon stutered, as she continued her desperation dance. Hmm, why won’t she admit that she has to go, I wondered? If she asked for a restroom break, we could have found a bush on the way here and taken care of business and I wouldn’t have had to take a piss in the lake I thought to myself. I had totally forgotten that she did bring up taking a restroom break just after we scaled the cliff. After I had my relief after holding for so long, and feeling a sense of euphoria, watching Paimon was actually weirdly arousing. The thought of witnessing Paimon having another accident was actually turning me on. I decided to ignore Paimon’s obvious signs of desperation and continued on with my business, walking over to the Statue of Seven and unlocking my Ameno powers. “Wow, with these Ameno powers I can blow dry your panties next time you wet yourself Paimon.” I retorted. Paimon was so desperate that she didn’t even bother trying to hide her desperation anymore “L-let's just get to Mondstat quickly, or you might need to use your Ameno powers as a blow dryer sooner than expected”, Paimon replied, quickly flying forward. Just as I chased after Paimon, a gust of wind hit us and a huge shadow covered the sun. I looked up and saw a dragon flying past us. “What was that?” Paimon exclaimed. I could see a big patch of wetness on Paimon’s jumper suit with droplets still hanging from Paimon’s crotch. There was also some moistness on the ground beneath Paimon as well. Paimon must have lost a bit of control with the sudden appearance of the dragon. The casual person might not have noticed, but since I just had an accident myself and knew the tell tale signs. “Uh, Paimon, before worrying about what that dragon was, why don’t you go use the restroom? It’s not good on your body to hold too long, and I don’t want you having a bigger accident. I can tell you are already leaking”. I wasn’t teasing Paimon anymore, and despite imagining the amazing sight it would be to see Paimon have an accident while both of us were sober, Paimon was clearly suffering and I didn’t wish my dear travelling companion to suffer any more. My words brought Paimon back from her trance into her desperate reality. The sudden appearance of such a magnificent creature took Paimon’s mind off holding her urine as she awed at the huge flying creature. However, her panties and jumper paid the price for her mental lapse. My speaking made Paimon suddenly realize that she had lost her hold for a few seconds and pee was seeping out her body, through her jumper, and trickled down her legs and into the ground below her. While it wasn’t a big accident, and she managed to regain her hold, it was undeniable that she just had another accident. Unlike when she and Lumine went drinking and was drunk, this time both Lumine and herself were sober and in broad daylight. This made the embarrassment much worse. Paimon’s face was beet red and tears started forming in the corner of eyes. Just as she could no longer hold back her desperation, she could no longer hold back her tears and her embarrassment, flying off as quickly as she could. Despite her panties already soggy and soiled, she knew that she was about to have an even bigger accident if she didn’t find some privacy soon. Yet despite Lumine already witnessing her wetting herself, Paimon still couldn’t let herself down to the level of just letting go of her shame and just pissing in front of Lumine. Paimon knew with all the pressure inside of her she would be pissing like a racehose, and just the thought of Lumine hearing the hissing sound of her peeing, or god forbid, seeing her piss embarrassed Paimon so much she thought about just throwing herself into Cider lake. “Don’t follow me” Paimon, yelled at me, but I was both genuinely worried about Paimon’s safety, and also didn’t want to miss the front row seats to Paimon’s big accident, so I chased after her anyway. However, just as we entered the small canyon in front of us, Paimon stopped in mid air just in front of me. I was shocked by the scene in front of us. The giant dragon that had flown over our heads minutes ago was on the ground, seemingly conversing with a human with a green hat and cape. Unfortunately our entrance with nothing but stealthy and the dragon quickly turned its attention our way and let out a deafening roar. As the dragon roared, it sent a blast of wind in all directions. I felt a blast of wind against my face, and then I felt a mist of water along with the wind. At first I thought the water was also coming from the dragon, but looking ahead, I realised the source of the water wasn’t the dragon but my poor travelling companion. Paimon, who was hovering just shortly in front of me clearly got spooked by the roar of the dragon, and all the urine she was holding came pouring out of her body as she lost control. Unlike the previous leak, this time the garden hose was turned on and nothing was going to stop it until Paimon’s bladder was empty. The entire lower part of Paimon’s jumper was soaked and as droplets of pee seeped out through Paimon’s clothes it was caught in the blast of wind and got turned into a fine mist. I thought it would be disgusting to have Paimon’s pee all over me, but in the current situation where the pee was spread out by the gusts of wind, it felt more like someone had turned on a big fan in a steaming shower, and all I could feel was just moisture and steam on my face. The dragon swiped at the person in the green coat and cape, and the person just disappeared into thin air. The dragon then flew off as well. I was still caught in the surreal moment that lasted only seconds. “Did you see that, that was so scary!” Paimon proclaimed as she turned around and latched onto me, eyebrows raised and face white with aghast. Paimon didn’t even realize that she was in the middle of a major accident, with pee still pouring out of her like a fountain with no end in sight. “It’s ok Paimon”, I said gently as if coddling a child. I didn’t even care that Paimon’s dirty juices were flowing all over my clothes now. At this moment I just wanted to hug Paimon tightly in a deep embrace. I felt all of Paimon’s body heat and wetness on my skin, and now that the wind has died down, I smelled a waft of ammonia. Nothing pungent, just a gentle reminder of what liquid was now soaking through both me and Paimon’s clothes. The gentle dripping sound of Paimon’s pee hitting the ground after soaking through both Paimon and my clothes slowly brought Paimon back to her senses. Not only did she just have a fear wetting because of the dragon she saw, she was cling to me like a child, and her pee had not only soaked through the bottom of her own jumper, but as I was holding her over my chest, soaked through the top of my dress turning it semi-transparent. Staines of pee ran down the dress where you could see that gravity pulled the liquid toward the ground. A small pool of pee had also collected beneath me, but much of the liquid had been soaked up by my dress. “Oh my god, oh my god” gasped Paimon, clearly embarrassed and panicked. Her face once again bright red after being white from fear just moments ago. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry... Paimon’s words were becoming more and more slurred and incoherent as she broke into tears and wailing. “The dragon…. surprised me… had an accident.” Paimon’s words were barely audible between her sobs, as she tried to struggle to break free from my hold on her. “Don’t worry, we all have accidents sometimes. Besides, if I were holding it that long I would have wet myself too when that dragon turned and roared right at us.” I tried my best to comfort Paimon. “It’s all my fault for holding it too long. I probably wouldn’t have made it even if the dragon wasn’t here. Not only did I make a mess of myself, I also ruined your clothes.” Paimon blurted out. “Let me go wash your clothes…. no I’ll take care of laundry for a week.” Glad to see that Paimon is no longer a sobering mess, I confessed about my own accident to Paimon. “I also had an accident too. I was holding it since we were on the beach, but I cheated and just went in my panties when I was swimming across the lake earlier.” Hearing my story made Paimon perk up “That’s not fair”, but a smile returned to her face knowing that she wasn’t alone with her accident. “Well, I asked you for a bathroom break just after you climbed the cliff, and you told me to wait until we got to Mondstadt, and then you had an accident in the lake?” “At least I didn’t wet myself over my travel companion. Next time when I have an emergency, it’s your turn to be the emergency toilet.” I joked. “I said I’m sorry already, I wasn’t trying to use you as a toilet at all. Anyway, we should be more open with each other about our emergency needs. We aren’t strangers anymore.”, Paimon retorted. I was happy that Paimon was back to her old self. “Let’s go wash our clothes in the lake and I’ll use my new Ameno powers to dry them. We can’t walk into mondstadt like this.” I said talking with Paimon by my side, both of us still covered in Paimon’s pee, but with a new found smile on our faces.
  15. I decided to give writing fanfic a shot. I apologize now for the length--hopefully it'll be worth the read. As for the pictures, they're all in-game screen captures. No photo editing was used. Anything that might look like something is purely from the game rendering its shadows and stuff. Just use a hint of your imagination to fill in the rest! 😉 BACKGROUND: X-Com: Enemy Unknown (and its expansion pack Enemy Within) is a 2012 turn-based game where you control a group of soldiers fighting aliens. The game is a remake of its 1994 iteration of the same name (UFO: Enemy Unknown in Europe). The following fanfic takes most aspects from the 2012 (mostly the pictures) but will pull in minor details from the 1994 version. The names and appearances of characters depicted in this fanfic were generated randomly by the game. The story and characters in the fanfic are all fictional; any similarities to them are purely coincidental. The Amazons ARC 1: It has been about five months since the alien invasion. People around the world are still on edge—stories of alien abductions and terrorizations are now sadly becoming the norm. At any moment, one of these events can happen almost anywhere—no one in the world is safe. Most governments quickly put away their differences in effort to work together to repel the aliens. It was difficult at first, with countries arguing and blaming each other about whose responsibility it was. A compromise was reached, and X-Com was formed—an elite military organization, with soldiers from around the world trained in combating the aliens. As the alien threat continued to grow, so did X-Com. Despite the uncertainty, people and their governments had faith in X-Com. Its continued funding helped X-Com established its second base in Europe only three months after its inception—with another base ready to open in Africa in another month, with Asia slated to follow. While the North America base can claim its right to being the first to be operational, the European team’s reputation has outpaced their North American counterparts. The European team’s skills and tactics were more advanced. What is also unique about the European team is that all everyone was female—their chemistry and ability to work seamlessly together has garnered them the nickname, “The Amazons”. Camille “DOA” Goosens leads the team. As team leader, Camille is responsible for everything about her team, on and off the field. Donatella “Stacks” Mancini was an aspiring athlete before she changed careers into policing. Her stamina and physique helped her transition easily when she decided to change careers again into being an X-Com solider. Normally quiet and reserved, Ji Min “Vita” Kwan studied in Europe and eventually settled there. Her knack in archery helped her transition smoothly into giving support fire for her teammates. Galena “Ice” Vinogradova and Alexand “Zero” Ilyushina are close friends from childhood. Having endured many experiences together as they grew up, it is not surprising to see them both becoming snipers, taking out aliens stealthily and effectively for the team. Last is the newest member of the team, Esmerelda “Cobra” Dominguez, who heeded the call to join X-Com after her family was killed during an alien invasion. Her hotheadedness has gotten the better of her on a few occasions, but the team has always managed to get her out. A debrief and unofficial reprimands usually follow, but Camille’s team approach into taming Esmerelda’s wild side seems to be making her into a better soldier. With progress also comes setback. While some cases are tame, others are dire. Unbeknownst to the Amazons, fate’s intervention tonight with a near-death experience serves as a stark reminder of the dangers being an X-Com soldier, along with the unintended consequence of true fear. ARC 2: “C’mon ladies! We gotta go! Move move move!” Camille seldomly barked out her orders, but HQ has just informed her that there was another alien terroristic mission. The team has conducted back-to-back missions before, but lately it has been more frequent. Perhaps this was the aliens’ way of pushing back against everything the Amazons had accomplished so far. After running back to the extraction point, the Amazons managed to catch their breaths. Skyranger was positioning itself as it prepared to open its doors. Running, evading, and carrying weapons and equipment were more than enough to make anyone sweat. The Amazons were no exception. The windblast from Skyranger helped cool the team off, as well as help dry their uniforms infused with their sweat. Skyranger got as close to the ground as it could and held its position, hovering as it opened its aft door. One by one, each member hopped into Skyranger, sat down, and buckled themselves in. Esmerelda was the last to hop in, but Camille was the last to sit down after assuring all her soldiers were accounted for. “Cobra…” Camille said, as she sat down buckling herself on the bench. “Ma’am?” Esmerelda asked. “You’re not buckled in,” Camille stated. “Oh. I-I’m sorry”, apologized Esmerelda. Usually, Esmerelda would obey a direct order. She started to grab each end of the buckling strap but hesitated to insert the buckle into the other end. “Is there a problem?” Camille asked. “Well…” Esmerelda stuttered. She looked around. Esmerelda was sitting on the far end of the bench, with Camille directly across from her. The rest of the team were taking this opportunity to take a breather. Ji Min had her eyes closed. Donatella was wiping down her gun. Galena and Alexand were chatting with each other. It seemed that only Camille was paying attention to her, despite the noticeable background noise of Skyranger’s engine flying to their next mission. “Esmerelda?” Camille asked again, still waiting for an answer. “Sorry ma’am. I…um…these seatbelts. They don’t adjust very well. I can’t extend them any longer to fit over all my duty gear,” explained Esmerelda. Camille had a puzzled look on her face. “It’s never stopped you before. Is something broken?” “Well…no…not really…” Esmerelda said shyly. “So what’s the problem?” Camille seemed a bit irritated. “…It’s…pushing up against…my…bladder,” Esmerelda said under her breath. “Oh…”. Camille’s irritation dissipated. She understood the circumstances of what Esmerelda was going through. The team barely completed their third mission before being dispatched to another one. It’s been hot and humid in Europe lately, requiring extra hydration. But perhaps the worst of all was that Skyranger was a hand-me-down from X-Com North America—and the small restroom onboard has been out of service ever since its transfer. Camille had put in an order to HQ to fix it, but their priorities were focused on other things. “I’m sorry Cobra…but it’s against regulations to not buckle up during a flight. And it’s also for your safety,” Camille explained, as empathetic as possible. “R…right. I’m sorry ma’am,” responded Esmerelda. She seemed defeated. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, sucked it in, and sat up in her seat as she fastened the buckle over her gear. Camille saw the discomfort on Esmerelda’s face after the buckle engaged. Trying to help put Esmerelda’s mind on other things, Camille asked the pilot about the status of their next mission before relaying a briefing to her team. “Another 17 minutes, ma’am! Might be more if we encounter turbulence! I’ve already told HQ that this is the last trip! I don’t have enough fuel to get back if there’s another mission!” the pilot informed her. Camille got off her earpiece. She looked back at her team. They looked as ready as they could be under the current situation. Even Esmerelda did her best to focus on the mission at hand, but Camille knew otherwise. She saw her fist clench up. Then, her knees and legs bounced up and down. Finally, she closed her eyes as placed her hands near her crotch—classic signs of “I need to pee”. Camille didn’t make it a habit to lie or otherwise deceive others unless necessary for the success of a mission. She wanted to comfort her team that after this mission, they could all finally find some relief. Camille knew all her soldiers were tough. They’ve endured a lot in the past three months and overcame many obstacles, such as strategically flanking aliens despite overwhelming odds and successful bomb disposals. But Camille also understood Esmerelda’s predicament. It’s a different type of toughness. Sure, it’s not a life or death situation, but an elite X-Com soldier having an accident? The humiliation that follows? The stigma? Camille still had the duty to ensure her soldiers represented X-Com in the limelight. What if someone photographed one of her teammates who wet themselves? What if aliens also knew? Would they use this somehow in some sort of psychological warfare? Being the team leader, Camille had to think about these types of things. Camille was also well-aware of X-Com’s unique choice of colors on their uniforms—black, dark brown, and white. She remembered that this topic was covered briefly during her orientation—X-Com included the color white as a symbol of hope to the people of Earth. The uniform itself was very comfortable—a blend of synthetic fibers that included specialized Kevlar manufactured exclusively for X-Com, protecting a soldier’s vital organs for the torso. Another set of everyday fibers, spandex and polyester, made up the bottom portion of the uniform. It served two purposes: allowing maximum movement for soldiers in the field and wicking away moisture. But a full-blown accident? Not even advanced alien technology was good enough to completely absorb that. Camille thought briefly for a moment. She needed to choose her words carefully in delivering a mission brief to her team. While she was an optimist, she would never offer false hope. ARC 3: Camille bore her team’s sighs and moans of frustration. They weren’t thrilled that they were embarking on a rescue. Hostages are difficult to work with. They are indeed grateful to be saved—after all the chaos has ensued. Hostages are fearful and generally uncooperative, believing X-Com rescue mission are another alien ploy. “Amazons! This is not acceptable. As difficult as some hostages can be, we are here to save them. Is that understood?” Camille affirmed. “Yes ma’am!” the team replied in unison. “Okay! We’re going to touch down in five minutes! Positions!” Camille instructed. The team unbuckled and positioned themselves. Camille noticed Esmerelda was the first to shed her buckle, sighing in relief as she did. Her position was to bring up the rear, meaning she would be the last one to get off the ship. Esmerelda usually waited for the rest of the team to get into position before unseating herself, but the pressure in her bladder has been slowly building. “Shit! Turbulence! Hold on ladies!” Skyranger’s pilot yelled out. Esmerelda was barely in her position when a sudden jolt occurred. She failed to grasp a handle as she lost her balance and fell on her rear. Esmerelda felt a sudden warmth of dampness before she somehow managed to clench her muscles up. She knew immediately what had happened. She looked down briefly. When she saw the white part of her uniform pants that was her crotch was darkened, her heart started to beat faster and harder. She had just peed herself, even if it was just a bit. The rest of the team, despite holding on, also fell victim to the violent jerk. Luckily for Esmerelda, Ji Min’s “Ow!” caught the attention of the others. “You alright Vita?” Camille asked. “I think I pulled my arm.” Ji Min replied. “Will you be alright?” Camille continued. “Yes ma’am. I should be good. I’ll just have to be careful. Or use my other arm.” Ji Min was never one to displease Camille or her team. “No, I want you to stay back,” Camille said. As Esmerelda got back to her feet, she also caught another quick glimpse to survey the damage. Her rear was damp, with it getting moistier towards the inseam of her pants. Though she didn’t wet herself completely, she assumed there would be some visible damage. “Cobra! Up front!” ordered Camille. Esmerelda felt conflicted. This was finally an opportunity she hoped for, proving to her teammates that she can play a more pivotal role. But she also was aware that she had inadvertently soaked her uniform pants with her urine just a few seconds ago. Her mind never raced so fast before, balancing her embarrassment against eagerness. After a few seconds that seemed like a few hours, Esmerelda’s ultimately embarrassment won. “A-are you sure ma’am? I mean Vita says she’s good. Maybe next time?” Esmerelda said. Camille gave Esmerelda a look. She was about to say something when Ji Min, trying to keep everyone calm again reiterated her status. “Ma’am, I’m really okay. I can use my other arm to shoot. That’s why we go through all this training. Cobra might be a tired. I know we all are but that last jolt really got my adrenaline going now.” Ji Min knew exactly what to say, or perhaps Camille, being tired herself, relented. “Alright. But just be careful Vita. Cobra! Back in place. Get ready Amazons!” Camille said. Esmerelda, though disappointed she passed up an opportunity, was relieved she would be bringing up the team’s rear. When Skyranger finally touched down, its doors opened and the Amazons began their rescue mission. Esmerelda took a few extra seconds on Skyranger before hopping off and joining the rest of her team. She looked over her shoulder, turning her torso and pivoting her leg to get a better glimpse of her rear. It was confirmed—though she only had a partial view, Esmerelda clearly saw wet spot at the back of her pants. She was relieved to have been able to persuade Camille to let her remain at her position for fear that someone would have seen her wet pants. Arc 4: “Cover us!” Donatella yelled. Sounds of thunder that echoed loudly were actually shots from Galena’s and Alexand’s sniper rifles. For the first time, the Amazons seemed to be struggling. A new type of alien never encountered before upped the ante—it was a large, hulking beast in menacing red armor. Whatever firearms it lacked was clearly made up for in its brute strength and agility. In the first few minutes of engaging this new alien, the Amazons had failed to stop it with their weapons. In fact, attacking it seemed only to make it more agitated and “berserk”. In its rage, it swung its arms violently and seemingly attacked a Sectoid, flinging its body like a ragdoll against a brick wall, killing it instantly. It then refocused its newfound rage and charged towards the Amazons. The Amazons recognized a new strategy was needed. They shifted from offense to defense after they dodged the alien’s attack. Unfortunately, the team was also split up as a result. The alien ended up charging into a car and crashing into it, leaving it momentarily dazed. Ji Min injured her arm further when diving out of the alien’s charge. Camille quickly helped her up and retreated with her back to Skyranger. Alexand and Galena took off running into the distance of a convenience store. As they ran up to the side of the building, Alexand turned around. Her hands clasped together, ready to boost Galena up onto the roof. Galena quickly anchored herself and leaned over the side, extending her arm for Alexand to grab. Alexand took a running start and jumped as high as she could. As soon as contact was made, Galena pulled Alexand up onto the building with her. They were safe for now being on high ground. More importantly, they had a vantage point of the beastly alien, as they positioned themselves to cover fire. Esmerelda and Donatella ran opposite from the beast’s wreckage. The adrenaline rush had kicked in for everyone on the team, enabling them to get away from this alien and prepare their counterattack. Esmerelda’s desperation subsided for the moment, with her mind concentrated on taking out this alien. “Go go go!!!” Donatella yelled. Alexand and Galena’s covering fire could only pin down the alien for a few moments before it realized Donatella and Esmerelda were the closer, easier prey. With Camille out of range, Donatella was the senior officer. She did what Camille would do—getting everyone out of danger. The moment was intense—Esmerelda responded only by following Donatella in running for better cover. It has been awhile since Esmerelda lost focus. She was blindly following Donatella, who fortunately was able to recognize a building about 100 yards away. At about 50 yards out, Esmerelda could feel a thumping sound. Without looking, she knew it was the alien, giving chase. “Run!!!” Alexand and Galena both screamed at their teammates, warning them about the approaching beast. “Shit!” Donatella’s mighty boot was not enough to kick down the door. Without hesitating, she lowered her gun to the doorknob and pulled the trigger. Arc 5: *click*. Empty. One of the worse sounds a soldier can hear during a middle of a gunfight. In the chaos, Donatella had forgot to reload her primary weapon. Esmerelda saw the predicament just as she caught up to Donatella. She was shocked. If she had a cooler mind, Esmerelda would have shot down the door in Donatella’s stead. But the lost of focus transitioning into panic clouded her mind. But Donatella didn’t give up. She immediately let go of her rifle, letting the sling catch onto her neck as drew her backup sidearm. With two hands, she aimed dead center at the doorknob and pulled the trigger. The doorknob exploded from the close impact of the shot. Donatella kicked the door again, now met with success. “COBRA!!!” Donatella and Esmerelda looked behind them—there it was. The alien. It caught up to them. Esmerelda was face to face with this alien beast. It was huge. It looked even more menacing up-close. For the first time in her short two-month tenure at X-Com, Esmerelda completed froze up. Her eyes widened and pupils dilated to take in as much information as her brain could process. In the second that followed, the alien let out a thunderous roar. The noise shattered what remaining confidence Esmerelda had left. Her body reverted to the most primal instincts of fight or flight. Some muscles tensed up while others did not. Esmerelda’s neck tensed up, forcing her to focus on the threat in front of her. Her hands and arms also clenched up, gripping her weapon as tightly as possible—its firepower being the only thing to stop the alien. This natural response also meant Esmerelda’s body sacrificed other non-pertinent organs and muscles in the process. Unfortunately, this included her bladder. Despite all the training, discipline, and earlier adrenaline rushes, Esmerelda could no longer hold in all the liquid content in her bladder. Like a floodgate first being raised, a small stream first exited out of Esmerelda’s body. Immediately following was the rest of her liquid waste. X-Com’s uniform pants were made to be comfortable—many of their soldiers opted to wear them as is without undergarments, with Esmerelda being among them. It wouldn’t have mattered in this case. Not even a diaper would have prevented Esmerelda’s pants from getting wet. What started off as a small dark patch in her crotch grew quickly. Following nature’s law of equilibrium, Esmerelda’s urine was seeking any dry parts of her pants to soak. It wasn’t long until the sheer volume of urine overwhelmed her uniform’s ability to wick away moisture. Pee flowed continuously down the inside of her legs, leaving a long, oval patch of wetness. It didn’t stop there. Per X-Com’s uniform policy, soldiers’ pants needed to be tucked into their combat boots, but it wasn’t long until her urine seeped into them. The downward urine flow stopped briefly where her kneepads were at—there was some padding in them that absorbed some of her urine, but they were quickly soaked. Esmerelda’s bladder eventually emptied all its contents. Whatever urine that wasn’t soaked into her white uniform pants spilled to the ground. Droplets of her pee splashed onto her boots from her pee’s voluminous force. Time slowed down to a crawl for Esmerelda. Her life flashed right before her eyes, despite just wetting herself in fear a few seconds ago—images of her family being killed by the aliens, her initiation at X-Com, the celebratory victories with her teammates. But time didn’t stop. Just as droplets continued to drip from her thoroughly drenched pants, Esmerelda saw the alien’s arm coming down to strike. She accepted her fate. Esmerelda closed her eyes, awaiting the killing blow. She hoped for a quick and painless end before meeting up with her family in the afterlife. Even if she were to feel something, she consoled herself that it would only be a brief moment of excruciating pain. Though she did not consciously realize it, she found solace from heat of battle with the cool, damp feeling from her urine-soaked pants. As she waited for the end, she saw a bright flash of white, even with her eyes closed. ARC 6: “…e..t…..he…rrr….u….pp!” Something inaudible. Whatever, Esmerelda thought. Maybe this was the passage to the afterlife. Everything was black, yet she felt a floating sensation. Was this death? Was this her ascending into heaven? “…a.” “…….” “o…bra….” “Is someone talking to me?” Esmerelda asked herself. “…mer….lda!” “What?” Esmerelda thought to herself. “That…sounded like my…name.” “Esmerelda!” “! That is someone calling my name!” Esmerelda realized that someone was calling her. She tried to gather her thoughts. It was difficult to do so—it felt like an out of body experience. But the repeated sounds of her name kept her concentrated. After what seemed like awhile, Esmerelda opened her eyes. Everything was blurry, but she was able to make out outlines of people. As her eyes refocused, she had someone looking back at her. It was someone familiar, but Esmerelda couldn’t quite remember at the moment. The woman, smiled back warmly at her. “Esmerelda…” the woman said again. In that moment, Esmerelda realized it was her leader, Camille, talking to her. “U…ngh.” Esmerelda tried to speak and get up at the same time, but was unable to do so. Her body ached like never before, but also she also didn’t realize the other Amazons were preventing her from getting up. “Whoa…slow down there. You almost got taken out by that Berserker back there,” Camille said. Confused, Esmerelda looked at Camille for a second. Berserker? Who? What? And then she gasped. The alien. She remembered the big hulking monster that was making a swing at her. The next thing she remembered was closing her eyes, waiting for her end. “Oh my God…” Esmerelda said, sobbing without tears as she hugged Camille for comfort. Camille returned the hug and reassured her junior teammate. “Shhh….it’s okay. You’re safe now.” Esmerelda released her grasp from Camille. As she began to regain her composure, she realized that her teammates next to her. Her sense of safety and security came back. An unwavering sense of gratitude and thankfulness overcame her. Esmerelda buried her head into her knees, sobbing about the good fortune she had. “Hey. We’re all here for one another,” Donatella said. “Yes. We are the Amazons!” Galena said, with Alexand finishing up. After a precious moment, Esmerelda looked up to her teammates. “T-thank you all so much. I love you all!” Esmerelda was so thrilled. But she realized Ji Min wasn’t there. “Where’s Vita?” Esmerelda asked, with a sense of normalcy coming back. “She’s in Skyranger. She took a nasty fall, but she’ll be alright.” Camille explained. “Oh…thank God.” Esmerelda was relieved. “W…what happened?” Esmerelda inquired. Camille explained: “Well, that Berserker charged into us, we all got knocked off our feet. I was next to Vita and I heard her yell in pain. I’m sure she used her injured arm to break her fall, but I knew she was out of the game. I ran back with her to Skyranger. I then came back…with this.” Camille gestured the grenade launcher in her hand. Esmerelda was processing everything Camille was saying. Camille continued. “Apparently, those sons of bitches are tough. Thank Ice and Zero for their expert marksmanship—they were able to shoot off a plate on the back of the Berserker. As I was running towards you all, I saw what it was about to do. I’m sorry Cobra. I should have fired off the grenade sooner but I didn’t want to risk hitting you or Stacks. But when I realized I was too late, I took that risk. I fired a grenade into that bastard. Fortunately…” Camille sighed. Esmerelda looked confused. She was waiting for Camille to continue. “Fortunately, the explosion ruptured some sort of tube that was connected to the back of its head. I remember I almost slipped on some metal plate as I ran towards you two.” “Oh...” Esmerelda realized just how lucky she was. She closed her eyes, offering a quick prayer to everyone. “Well, c’mon. Let’s get you up and let’s go home,” Donatella said, after seeing Esmerelda’s finishing up her prayer. G alena and Alexand both took a side, knelt beside Esmerelda, and helped her up. Esmerelda was elated, knowing that she was in good company. “Can you walk? Go slow.” Donatella said to Esmerelda. “Yeah, I think so.” Esmerelda replied. With both arms on each side draped behind Alexand and Galena’s neck, Esmerelda looked down to the ground to ensure her footing was stable. As she made the first few steps, she then noticed some streak marks running down the crotch of her uniform pants, down into her boots. What felt like another Berserker attack, she was hit with the reality of what else had occurred—she urinated herself. “Ooh…” Esmerelda stopped in her tracks, forcing Galena and Alexand to stop as well. Esmerelda knew that her teammates could see the wet uniform pants. Everyone looked at her. “…” Esmerelda’s face turned red from embarrassment. She wanted to hide away but couldn’t. Alexand and Galena were both supporting her, although they did try to look away from her noticeably wet pants, as did Donatella. There was an awkward silence. “Hey. You’re alive. That’s all that matters.” Camille declared. Esmerelda returned a faint smile, knowing that Camille was doing her best to comfort her. “Besides. It happens to the best of us,” Camille added. The caught the team’s attention, as all eyes were on Camille now. She smiled back at her team and turned around. She took a few steps before stopping again. With her back still facing the team, Camille looked over her shoulder. “C’mon Amazons. Let’s go back home. That story will be for another time.” The team let out a small chuckle as they started to walk back together. In a much needed change of pace, the team now had smiles back on their faces instead of fear. The Amazons knew just how lucky they were, barely falling in the battlefield. Esmerelda was the most appreciative of all. Despite being injured physically by the grenade launcher’s blast and emotionally with her wetting herself, she still counted her blessings. But as she limped back with Galena and Alexand’s support, she started to wonder—what did Camille’s statement mean? Has the same thing happened to her? The leader of the Amazons also having an accident? Esmerelda knew that one day, she would find out. After all, she didn’t want to be the only X-Com member to have peed herself. END
  16. A military story set in the near-past, near-present or the near-future (take your pick). Enjoy! _________________________________________________________________________________________________________ At 6:43 in the morning, a hand fluttered towards the notebook and plucked it from the bottom of an otherwise empty nightstand drawer. Long fingers pawed at the zipper at the book’s vinyl spine, and when the zipper was flicked open an inch, followed by an index finger pushed it across its track on three edges of its the notebook’s perimeter. A few stray beams of sunlight crept onto its pages and left behind the slight shadow of half-closed Venetian blinds. A second later, the paper was lit in a lamp’s warm glow. The bulb’s light was a sumptuous luxury to the woman who held the pen to the pages. She had spent the better part of her life perfecting her ability to blink at a page in pitch-darkness until the words willed themselves into her retinas. That skill had been left to languish once there was no more need to hide from snipers looking to affix their sights on a faraway gleam. Perhaps she didn’t need the lamp, but it was good to have. Though it was too early for Zeina to do any real thinking, a voice in her head chimed an insistence that what was true of her lamp was also true of notebook – and her underwear. Underwear, at least, according to their plastic package of Delicates in her dresser. The chic-sounding brand names printed alongside cheerful pictures of flowers and a model’s hips drew the eyes away from the eight shaded-in droplets in a corner. Zeina needed all eight of those drops for her sheets to be dry in the morning. The Bic came down and checked the box next to Overnight. It checked the box next to Voided Whole Bladder. It put a cross next to Woke Up? In tidy but plain handwriting, it printed 0644 on a dotted line. The point twirled twice in the air before remarking that the previous night had seen the consumption of a two cups of chamomile. At that, the notebook was zipped shut again and placed back into its drawer. Zeina unwrapped herself from the linen sheets and paced across the room to her dresser. It hadn’t been a good morning, she grumbled in her head, as she pulled out a pair of her underwear from the package. Her notebook contained more mentions of these bad mornings than was comfortable. It must’ve been the tea. I must not drink any tonight. Sitting on the toilet, Zeina had her first good look at the underwear she’d awoken in. Its black cloth exterior could belie her secret, but once she had the garment pulled to her ankles, the urine-soaked padding was plain to see. The pale yellow stain covered the length of her underwear’s quilted absorbent core. But – chimed the voice again – it’s only just a bit of protection: and indeed, Zeina could hardly notice that her fresh pair of underwear held a sliver of dry padding at her crotch. She gave just a seconds’ glance to the evidence of her bedwetting before balling up the used garment and throwing it, along with any lingering indignation, into the garbage. When Zeina met the notebook again, nearly an hour later, she was dressed in a suit and skirt and had put her hair up into a tight bun. A rather cheap leather handbag was in the crook of her arm – it would’ve been a rucksack if not for the dress code. The bag had only three compartments – one for her folder and legal pad, one for her makeup and wallet, and the third, zippered pocket for three neatly rolled pairs of her underwear, tucked carefully into a corner. They were normally further concealed by the notebook in Zeina’s hand. She reached for a ballpoint on the table and clicked it open, and held it between her fingers as she flipped to the page she had written upon earlier. After two seconds’ contemplation, she decided to check the box next to Light Leakage, and scrawled choked on my drink onto the dotted line. It was an accurate answer, she reasoned – the brief spurt was noticeable, but her padding had done its work and absorbed any uncomfortable wetness. Heavy traffic, as usual, marred Zeina’s drive to work. To escape the cacophony of honking, she flipped through the radio, searching in vain for a gem in the sea of pop sludge and lifeless newsreaders. Eventually she gave up and spun down the volume knob. Her idle hand tapped a staccato on the dashboard. With nothing to think about, Zeina’s mind drifted towards noticing the slight twinges fomenting at her bladder. It was the coffee. Dr. Weiss had instructed her, along with keeping a “continence notebook”, to avoid drinking a morning cup of java. “It’s in irritant”, Zeina recalled her saying. “Try and slowly cut down over time”. That was the one piece of advice that had gone completely unheeded. Her bladder be damned, Zeina knew no other way to get up and going in the morning. But now she was regretting not kicking her habit of twenty years. The cars were moving at a snails’ pace today – maybe there was an accident? She grimaced at having conjured that word. Her bladder wasn’t desperately full yet, but she could feel it swell up by the second. For once, Zeina hated that the padding between her legs felt so thin and light. If worst came to worst, she hoped the eight drops on the packaging would be enough. By the time she maneuvered her Buick into the enormous parking lot, Zeina was actively fighting off the urge to cross her legs together. She was late – not late enough for a reprimand, but late enough that the only spots left were ten minutes from the front door. As she slammed the door on her crooked parking job, she suddenly felt her bowels working on her morning oatmeal and coffee. Her shiver loosened a few drops of pee. Zeina grit her teeth. Miraculously, she managed to keep her padding mostly dry for the entire journey to the office. She was even at the doorstep, when everything unraveled. Her whole body was assailed with a freezing blast of air-conditioning just as the brief strain of swinging open the heavy door reached her bladder. Zeina’s plunge into the cold office was suddenly complemented by a spreading warmth at her crotch, followed immediately by one at her cheeks. The receptionist chirped a cheerful “Hello, General Masri!”. It took all Zeina’s composure to give a slight wave back while hiding that she was wetting herself. But her bowels’ spasm almost made her gasp – Zeina stopped dead in her tracks as she clamped down on herself, stopping the mess at almost the last moment. Her eyes shot up to the receptionist, who gave her a quizzical look. But she was probably none the wiser. The notebook found itself open in a usual place: the ladies’ room. By then, Zeina had already stripped out of her wet padding and voided her bowels – mercifully – into the toilet. As quietly as possible, she clicked open her ballpoint, and put the ink to paper. Voided Whole Bladder. She paused, thinking of what to write, and settled on the nondescript stuck in traffic. It had been two weeks since she had been given the journal, and still there was nothing less enjoyable for Zeina than recounting her accidents in humiliating detail. This time shouldn’t count, she thought to herself. It could’ve been anybody. If there was one saving grace in this disaster, it was that the padding had let not one drop of wetness leak onto Zeina’s pantyhose. Bravo, Delicates. But now she had only two pairs left for the day, when usually she wouldn’t have to change until lunchtime. Zeina emerged from the washroom carrying all her usual pomp and grace, made slightly difficult by the uncomfortable padding between her thighs. Her rarely-worn black panties were an improvement over her Delicates, but the thick pad stuck inside was not. In the rare occasions that she put one on, she had to wonder each time how she survived five years in service wearing the thick, cumbersome, yet strangely ineffective pads. They beat wet pants, but that was about it. Just good enough for now. No sooner had she finished that thought when Samantha showed up to her desk with a binder in hand. “General Masri, sorry to tell you, your oh-thirteen-hundred has been rescheduled to fifteen minutes from now.” “Why?” “General Masri, it’s because General Cooper is a no-show.” “That asshole can fuck right off”. She should’ve seen it coming. Cooper was always being pulled away to one of his Top-Secret Briefings. They never invited her, of course, all because Cooper was young and blonde and had a senator as a first cousin. “General Masri, I’m very sorry, ma’am, but they must know if you’ll attend”. Zeina rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah”. Samantha skipped off without a murmur. The general turned towards her desk and swept up the thick blue binder. As she was stuffing it into her bag, it suddenly occurred to her that she would have to change back into the underwear that had been saved for this very meeting. Today just keeps getting better. At least the still-dry pad could go back into her handbag. “General Masri, I am truly sorry to have made my scheduling request at such an outrageous hour.” “No bother at all, Miss Lavoie. Let’s get on with it”. Fuck off. She was already unimpressed with the sullen beanpole from the Medical Corps. Women like her could talk and talk – up until they were asked a question. “Yes, yes. Now—I’ve been honored to work with our best and bravest soldiers for fifteen years. Over that time, we’ve made so many improvements to our troops’ survivability. We are always making sure that they have what it takes to fight well and come home to tell the tale. And on this mission, there’s nothing that can be overlooked.” You’re reading from a script, aren’t you. Corporal Jeannine Lavoie flipped a page on her easel pad to one plastered with photographs of piss jugs and bog rolls. Zeina almost laughed out loud. “On the front lines, it’s hard to find a bathroom. Now, we have supplied our soldiers with waste collection supplies, but -” She flipped a page again, this time to one with multicolored graphs. “-but there are actually other concerns on this subject of bodily functions. In nineteen-seventy six, Doctor Johannes Berger, working with the Medical Corps, conducted a questionnaire at Fort McKinsey, with criteria being…” The jargon started. I wonder if she talks this way to her husband. “...thus, the incidence rate of partial incontinence under duress for female soldiers is unacceptably high. Thus, we advise the undertaking of practical solutions to redress this shortcoming”. Zeina’s ears perked up at mention of the phrase that her own doctor had mentioned. Jeannine continued, unaware that her words were only now registering with her audience. “The tender has been offered to three contractors and they have provided samples for their solutions. And – oh yes – the Medical Corps has performed a thorough audit on all the possible solutions that were offered to us, and we have seen that what we have selected was judged to be the best solution in minimizing costs. And the supply is scalable, we can get these on the ground in a few days’ time, if we want. “Mhm.” Zeina wasn’t sure where this was going but already knew that she didn’t like it. “The solution was to make small adjustments to soldiers’ standard-issue equipment. In particular-”. She rummaged around a grey plastic box and produced an olive green toiletries bag. “-we’ve found it prudent to issue a range of undergarments for use in combat”. That was Jeannine’s cue to unzip the bag for the great reveal. Zeina leaned back in her chair and immediately caught a glance of beige fabric. The creases in the elastic immediately caught her eye. Hang on. That’s- “Our preferred partner is Associated Paper. We have contracts with them already for many personal hygiene products. They have provided this sample of a pair of disposable underwear. They claim that the absorbent core can provide six hours’ protection in even the most intense-” “Miss Corporal”. Jeannine stopped. She had expected pushback. “I am running an army, not a retirement home”. In truth, Zeina’s consternation was not at the notion of informing her soldiers that they would have to wear diapers. Rather, the beige pull-up in Jeannine’s hands was all too personally familiar. At one point, she’d bought many a pack for herself. Associated Paper’s slick talk be damned – the underwear’s poor masquerade for a pair of panties had, on several occasions, given Zeina the mortification of feeling a hot trickle down her legs. Conjuring those very memories made Zeina’s cheeks tinge. She deepened her scowl to keep Jeannine from noticing. “General Masri, I’d like to say that I, myself, opted in favor of alternative solutions. But – we have to consider that the cost-” “Nobody asked for your ‘solutions’! Nobody needs your ‘solutions’! You go back, and you tell the eggheads that they’ll all be fired by Wednesday.” In the heat of the moment, Zeina almost forgot to keep her voice below what the hardly-soundproofed walls would conceal. She leaned back in her chair and took a swig from her glass – her umpteenth in this meeting. “General Masri, please, we have undergone an- an extensive review, we’ve talked to many – I’d like to say – thousands, of soldiers, we’ve spoken to doctors, there’s a large body of research, so, let me assure you, we did not make this recommendation lightly. I understand-” Spoken to Doctors? Who the hell did Isobel Weiss squeal to? A wave of anger hit Zeina as she suddenly realized Jeannine’s statistic might’ve included her. “What the hell do you know, Corporal? Did you ever do anything but push pencils? Moria stiffened. “General Masri, as a matter of fact-” “Oh! And you pissed yourself when the bullets started flying?” Zeina stabbed a finger Jeannine’s way and put on a devilish grin. “That – that is inappropriate, General Masri!” “My apologies, Corporal”. Zeina smirked at Jeannine’s discombobulation. “I think you had two more examples to show me?” “Er- uhm- yes, I do. Um… Gernsbach Group provided….” The next two pull-ups were clinical white designs that would’ve made a perfect complement to a hospital dressing gown. God, I wouldn’t be caught dead in that. Nevertheless, Jeannine could scrounge up hours of drivel about the bureaucracy's asinine selection processes. Zeina didn’t heckle again, in part because she needed the meeting to be over with quickly. The glasses of cold water were rapidly catching up to her bladder. Jeannine’s droning speech would not let her off the hook. Zeina shifted in her seat, slowly and imperceptibly, while keeping her chest ramrod straight. Asking for a bathroom break was out of the question. Damn you, shut up! She reached for her glass, trying to take her mind off her bladder, with the intention of taking a sip small enough to just wet her tongue. But just as soon as the cold water touched her lips, Zeina’s brain crossed its wires and a spurt of urine escaped into her padding. It was just a few drops, but Zeina could feel every bit of the hot wetness. The speech went on. Zeina had a second, and more sustained, leak when she bent down to retrieve a pen that had been accidentally swiped onto the ground. For a moment, she had felt as though her bladder would give up again, but she had managed to keep it together and hid her discomposure with her face under the table. The leak rid Zeina of some of the pressure, and her self-dehydration kept the desperation from mounting much further. “…and therefore, the Quartermaster Corps has moved to begin issuance of the new items to selected units. We have prepared informational material, and we wish to supplement it with the testimony of senior officers. My superiors have requested that I inform you, General Masri, of your requested participation in this program”. “Participation”. “Yes, General Masri. We believe that, given your exemplary combat record, you may be of help in acclimating our soldiers to the new equipment.” Jeannine opened her mouth, but quickly shut it again and pointed an open expression towards Zeina. “Corporal”. Jeannine put her hands on her desk and pushed herself up from her seat. The sudden motion sent a ferocious throb through her bladder. It was just as Zeina opened her mouth when her floodgates released. “I assure you, that not one of my soldiers needs diapers”. Every ounce of her composure went into the sentence, laced with venom and passion. Immediately after finishing, Zeina channeled all that strength into her abdomen, towards staunching the hot flow of urine pouring into her Delicates. The seconds stretched into lifetimes. “General Masri, I am sorry, but the decision is not mine, and I do not have the rank to overrule it”. It was Jeannine’s turn to be smug. How much more she would’ve gloated, had she known that the unfortunate general talking down to her had almost totally wet herself just from standing up. Zeina’s Delicates had spared her the embarrassment. But her underwear was now uncomfortably damp and heavy with her pee. With a curt few formalities, she sent Corporal Jeannine Lavoie on her way. She left the room half a minute later, and made her way towards the ladies’ room, where she could check light leak, light leak, heavy leak onto her notebook and strip out of the concealed beneath her skirt. Having a sip of water, bending down for a pen, standing up quickly. Zeina zipped the leather-bound book slowly as to not impart any noise. With the hope that no more surprise meetings would befall her, she left for lunch wearing her black panties and pad. 000.0 ml. With a careful and steady hand, doctor Isobel Weiss tipped the beaker, just fast enough that no blue liquid would run down its side, yet gentle enough to leave no splash when the delicate stream struck the fabric. She averted her eyes to the LCD. The numbers were springing to life. The second digit was climbing with a good pace. The last digit was flying with unreadable speed. Turning back to the beaker, she flicked her wrist around, shifting the stream ever so slightly as to evenly saturate the testing medium. She adjusted her wrist's angle as the beaker ran dry, and turned back to the LCD. The numbers flickered for a second and came to rest. 247.3 ml. Perfect. Isobel Weiss reached over to the testing medium and pulled out the three wires embedded in its underside. With the skill of a seamstress, she coiled up the wires around the half-dollar sized device to which they were attached. The finishing touch was placing plastic caps on the three probes, and placing the whole contraption into an anti-static bag. It went into an envelope had been prepared a week in advance, containing a manifest and memorandum marked with the Medical Corps’s seal. Nominally, her involvement was done. But, the doctor grumbled as she lit a cigarette, I just know they’ll have more work for me yet. In her countless years of service, General Zeina Masri had never set foot in Forward Operating Base Cherokee. Nevertheless, the Corps of Engineers’ total lack of creativity meant that she felt at home within an hour of stepping off the plane. She’d spent more than half her life enveloped within drab tan walls that must’ve been all been made on the same production line. The food was as inedible as it had always been, and the air-conditioning remained far too weak for anything but a t-shirt. Still, some things had changed. There was not one officer whose presence demanded a salute. On the contrary, every soldier she ran into promptly greeted her with a sharp salute and quick greeting. Zeina didn’t mind that at all, but took a lot less delight in it than Cooper surely would have. Best of all was that she had her own bedroom. For once, she didn’t have to listen to the snores from three beds over. Moreover, she had a bathroom where she could change at her leisure. This time around, there was no need to carry around a handful of pads plundered from the infirmary. Zeina began August sixteenth by dialing in the combination to her bedside cabinet and plucking out the notebook from within. With the dawn’s breaking light as her only guide, she flipped to the first unmarked page and clicked out her pen. She almost grinned as she checked off light leak and wrote down on the way to the toilet. Countless daily cups of coffee and the occasional beer had her waking up to a wet pair of Delicates most mornings. But the past three nights, she had managed to empty most of her pee into where it should’ve gone all along. If I keep this, up, I won’t need this anymore. The notebook was zipped shut and tossed into the locked cabinet. Halfway across the base, the rotors on the Sikorsky wound down and ground to a halt. As its pilot flicked switches and muttered jargon into her headset, Isobel Weiss straightened her back and rubbed the bleariness of half-sleep from her eyes. She was completely exhausted. Never could she have imagined that helicopter blades would be so loud. Oh boy, what a day it’s been. Oh boy, what a day it’s going to be. Despite the assurances of FOB Cherokee needing only “minimal assistance”, Doctor Weiss already had already packed her first day on base to the brim with meetings and consultations. She undid her belt with and jumped with some pep to the back of the helicopter, where two stony-faced men were hauling the olive-green containers from the hold. “That goes in-” Isobel consulted her map “-E4”. “Yeah, we know”. “There’s another box at the very back”. She stood on her toes to point out the crate that was shrouded by two canvas bags. “Yeah, we know”. Neither man looked up. Isobel decided to not offer any more conversation on the walk to the medical bay. Her mind was already on her appointments, one of which was a name she was already familiar with. “General Masri, ma’am! Doctor Stephens asks for your availability at 1500!” From the corner of her eye, Zeina could make out the man in the doorway holding a stiff salute. “At ease. 1500 is fine. Where does he want me?”. “General Masri, in E4, ma’am!” The man had lowered his salute but was still standing as stiff as a board in the doorway. “OK. At ease, soldier”. “Yes, ma’am!”, belted the young man, with no sign of ease. He turned quickly on his heel and walked curtly off into the hall, closing the door behind him. Zeina turned back to the heavy brass pen and manila paper upon which her report was written. The inspection, as her trip was nominally designated, had gone without a hitch to this point. There was little to say, but the Pentagon insisted that General Masri fill the pages and skip no detail in the process. So once again, she dove headlong into her work until she was once again totally enraptured by the military minutia being put to paper. That was perhaps Zeina Masri’s greatest talent: she could dedicate all her faculties to any task set before her at just a moment’s notice. But it didn’t come without cost. So engrossed had she been in her work, that the soldier’s sudden request had startled a quick stream of urine from her bladder. At the same time, her focus in conjunction with her Delicates’ quick absorption meant that the leak had gone totally unnoticed. This time, Zeina’s notebook was untouched. The time was 1457 on the clock when E4’s door swung open and the general, clad in just a standard-issue short-sleeved shirt and fatigues, sauntered into the antiseptic-smelling medical bay. Clarence Stephens was just about finished cramming his papers into his briefcase, but quickly dropped his prescription sheets and broke into a salute. “General Masri!” “At ease, Doctor Stephens. You asked to see me?” Clarence relaxed his body. “No, not me today. Her”. He jabbed a thumb to behind the light-blue drape. “She’ll be seeing you. Just flew in from the states. Doctor… doctor… uhm….” “I’ll be right with you!” Isobel Weiss knew that to be the voice of general Zeina Masri. She finished straightening the medicine shelf, and pulled open the curtain, just in time to catch the right boot of Clarence Stephens fall out of sight into the hallway. “Afternoon, General Masri”. She did not salute. “Doctor Weiss!” Clearly, nobody had told Zeina Masri who her doctor would be. “I will be performing your examination today, General Masri. And-before you ask, I was asked to assist in the deployment of a new piece of equipment that is currently beginning trials”. You too? “I hope you didn’t make that recommendation.” “General Masri, I’m sorry to say that nobody asked for my opinion at all. Anyways, it isn’t within my area of expertise. Now, could you open your mouth?” Zeina opened her mouth for Isobel’s flashlight. “Yes, everything looks good today. As usual. Anyways, as for our new equipment…” Anglea ducked down to her stainless steel drawers. Zeina rolled her eyes. “Doctor, I know all about our new equipment. You don’t have to show me again.” “Perfect! So you know how to put one on, then?” “Doctor Weiss, you know that-” Zeina’s protest of I’m wearing one already was cut short when she saw the tiny plastic bag in Isobel’s palm. “What’s that?” “Uhm- it’s the monitor, the new equipment.” “I haven’t heard of it.” “Oh, uhm, hmmm…yes, are you still keeping the continence notebook which I prescribed?” Zeina knit her brows. “Sure. Do you want it?” “No, that won’t be necessary. See, this—this is a little computer, this is, and it works—it works just like a journal. It works with the absorbent garments that have been issued. Excuse me, that will be issued. So, these three probes, after you take off these plastic caps, will go into your underwear, and you can seal it with this tape. Oh, uhm, use this other tape to attach the monitor to your waist. And-” “And you’re asking me to wear one?” What the hell, why’d they suddenly care about our bathroom habits? “Well, yes.” “Why?” “Well, please bear with me – the equipment is being tested for use, but, ah, the subject must be able to – make use of the device, and your medical record indicated…” Zeina said nothing but averted her eyes. Isobel decided that she had said quite enough. “But – I understand that you won’t be issued the standard issue – erm – absorbent garment, correct?” “I wear – absorbent underwear. Is that fine?” “Hmmm… yes, that should be fine. But – to be sure, could you try one on? All you have to do is press the probe into the-” “I heard you the first time. Could you look away?” “Yes, yes, of course”. Isobel pulled the curtain aside and drew it closed behind her. Zeina was alone to examine Doctor Weiss’s device. The three probes were adhesive patches with a pins on a latch. A brief fiddle with the mechanism told Zeina that the application was best done while she wasn’t wearing her underwear. With a second’s pause to make sure Doctor Weiss wouldn’t pop in, Zeina undid her belt and pulled the olive-green fatigues down to her legs, along with her panties. A cold, air conditioned blast whipped up her thighs and her nether regions. It was the sensation of the moment just before she relieved herself over a toilet. Zeina realized that fact by the wave in her bladder building almost instantly and crashing over just as fast. Reflexively, she squeezed her abs with all her strength, but despite her best efforts, a brief squirt of pee escaped from her crotch and fell, in full view, into the padding between Zeina’s ankles. The sight made her face burn a crimson red. She fumbled with the miniature pins with her arms draped awkwardly at her ankles. Her fingers, skipping over both sides of the Delicates’ padding, found that the Stay-Dry layer had worked as advertised in wicking away the moisture, but the yellow stain on the white fabric revealed the truth. Zeina hated to spend so long staring at the evidence of multiple accidents, but there was no way she could work the pins in otherwise. Even then, she still couldn’t get the pins to slot into the thickly-woven waterproof layer. In frustration, she stripped out of her panties completely and tried to work the pins in with the panties in her lap, still to no avail. Doctor, I need help. Zeina was about to open to mouth when the stained padding caught her eye again. She suddenly realized that she’d almost handed to Isobel Weiss a pair of underwear that was wet with her own urine. For the second time in a minute, she blushed to her neck. “Doctor, I’d like to leave for a change”. “Oh – OK. The bathroom is-” But by then, Zeina was already shut the door. It was no doubt a strange twist of fate that had Isobel Weiss requited with the notebook seven thousand miles from home, in the middle of a warzone. There it sat on her desk, looking just like the day she had tore open its plastic wrap and handed it over to Zeina Masri, sitting on a bed in Ramstein. There was no indication that a finger had been laid on it since. General Zeina Masri takes good care of her things. Or maybe she just doesn’t listen to me. Isobel was delighted to find that it was the former: leafing through the pages revealed a good two-thirds to be marked with wonderfully legible handwriting. It was always nice when patients made the job easier. She turned to the heavy manila sheets that had come out of the hanging folder marked Masri, and with her free hand, held open the vinyl notebook that the general had dropped on her desk. It took only a few minutes’ time to parse through the months’ worth of records, all of which were written with the same laconic brevity. At any rate, it was more than enough for Isobel to furnish her report. Diagnosis: Incontinence. Severity: Moderate. Symptoms: Loss of urine in physical stressors, overactive bladder. Managed with pads? Yes. Mental/Emotional effect: That question always gave Isobel pause. It seemed that from the first time Zeina Masri had strolled into her office and admitted that she wore a pad every day of the month, to the appointment just two days ago, the general had never once let the issue get beneath her skin. It seemed almost just another order of business for her: Isobel had long given up her canned reassurances, because Zeina hadn’t ever shown the slightest hint of embarrassment or dejection. Not in her office, at least. Mental/Emotional effect: None. Zeina Masri was the only patient for which that were true. Isobel Weiss laid down her pen and reached for her softpack of Virginia Slims. As she fumbled with the white ladies, a flicker of the computer screen caught her eye. She flicked the beige mouse twice to brighten the dimmed monochromatic screen. An extra line had appeared below Online. 1616 0816: 043.1 ml detected. Isobel suddenly realized that for all her careful planning, she had totally neglected to think about what to do in now. Her hand flinched to reach out for the notebook, but was quickly drawn back and directed towards the cigarettes. I’ll think about it after my break. “Careful with that, it’s hot!” The passing soldier’s warning came just a moment too late for Zeina, who had already tilted half a mouthful of coffee machine java into her mouth. Her eyes shot open as she realized the usually-lukewarm drink had been made scalding hot. She threw her head forward to keep the burning liquid from her throat, and braced her arms against the table as the hot coffee rushed to her tongue and gums. As she retrained a choke while contending with the searing drink at her lips, a ripple of the initial shock reached her bladder, and Zeina was suddenly aware that a substantial stream of seemingly lukewarm pee was escaping into her underwear. The hot coffee forgotten, she pulled all her attention down towards staunching the steady stream, and managed to do so before an uncomfortable wetness could collect in the padding. Her coffee cool enough to swallow, Zeina could open her mouth to whisper a curse as she stood up with the paper cup in hand. Shoving open the mess hall’s heavy door immediately imparted the sound of close footsteps. A half-step forward brought her almost face-to-face with the blonde wearing a stethoscope. The smaller woman gave a little jump of surprise. “Sorry, Doctor Weiss” “Oh! General Masri!” She’d quickly shuffled the cigarette pack into her left hand before flashing a latex-gloved salute. “At ease”, muttered Zeina, without looking back at the doctor. She’d made it halfway down the hall to her private room and bathroom before realizing that her notebook would not be waiting for her there. Doctor Weiss… said that she’d do the recording. Doctor Weiss. She’d just run into her. Did – she know already? Zeina found herself suddenly flushed at the notion. Her attention turned towards the Delicates, whose padding felt reassuringly light and dry. It… wasn’t much of a leak. Constant trips to secluded bathroom stalls had been struck off Zeina’s agenda, but she didn’t prefer this arrangement at all. At sunrise, FOB Cherokee had the most beautiful air in the world. The richest of men back home could never hope to taste something so untarnished by humanity. Each time Zeina drew in a quick breath, she could swear by feeling her lungs savoring each molecule of delectably pure oxygen, without ever choking on a smear of pollution or pollen. The strength coursed through her body. Even at thirty-nine, she still had it all. In a forever heart-pounding, white-knuckle life, these early morning runs were the times when Zeina Masri found the most perfect solitude. She had missed this most of all. Few soldiers had awoken and none had joined her, yet by now any insurgents’ chance for a strike had been dashed by the sleepily rising sun. Only now, and only here, was Zeina’s mind truly unburdened. But her mind did not sleep. After it had studied every tree and every rock on the distant mountains, it turned towards every crevasse of her body. The loose t-shirt made of cheap cotton scuffed her stomach. The stiff bra chafed her back. The baggy shorts flapped errantly against her thighs. The heavy boots dragged in the sand. Of her Zeina’s wardrobe, the only comfortable item were the Delicates she had brought from home. They were her second pair today. To the annoyance of a little voice in her head, Zeina’s mind had floated to the few memories it made since it was last awoken. One of the first things it had noted was an empty bladder and the cool dampness of soaked padding. The streak of light leaks had been tarnished three days ago, and Zeina had woken in a pair of wet Delicates every morning since. Or was it two days ago? Her memory had grown fuzzy since her notebook was taken away. Zeina’s thoughts moved to a half-hearted attempt at recalling what she would’ve written down, and eventually drifted to dwellings about the young soldiers she was getting to know. But all throughout her run, her mind had never paid an ounce of attention to her bladder. Despite many drinks from a collapsible water bottle, it was completely empty – but only because almost every footfall’s impact loosened the few drops of pee that had the chance to collect. By the time Zeina sauntered through a security checkpoint, her underwear was nearly as soaked as the pair she had awoken in. They felt no more damp than the rest of her outfit, bathed by now in a cool sweat, but the weight of the sodden padding made it clear to Zeina that her Delicates would soon have to be changed. Regardless, the run had filled her with a childlike mirth. As the base sprung to life all around her, her inner peace was melting away, and the usual furious tempo was muscling its way in. In the last moments that she could call her own, Zeina was thankful for every second and every detail of her morning runs – thankful, even, for the fact that her mind had ignored the accidents leading up to her soaked Delicates. In that moment, the nagging voice postulating that the same ignorance might have occurred outside of morning runs had been completely drowned out. Isobel Weiss woke up hardly ten minutes later than Zeina Masri, but her day would begin with none of the general’s speed. It was only after she had a relaxing shower, breakfast, and cup of Darjeeling that she placed herself in front of her desk and sorted through the work she would have to do. By the time she groggily fired up her computer, the sun had already fully crested the faraway mountains. She flipped through an inbox full of unimportant messages before scrolling through a quick check of her ongoing experiment’s digital logs. The notebook led her to expect one or two entries, made in the middle of the night, with a considerable volume logged next to ml detected. What she found instead was a cascade of entries, all made just seconds apart from each other, all of which had recorded just drops of leakage. In her still-groggy state, Isobel immediately concluded that something was very amiss. She strolled down to the general’s room and rapped sharply on the door. It took a few seconds, and the closing of a door inside the room, before the door opened to reveal general Zeina Masri with a towel draped around her neck. “What’s the big – oh, Doctor Weiss”. “Good morning, General Masri. I was – ahem – wondering… well… I think I’d better discuss this in E-4”. “You wanna come inside?” Isobel nodded and obliged. Zeina shut the door behind them. “Well…” Isobel lowered her voice, despite the closed door. “Have you been wearing the device?” “Yeah.” Hmmm. “Well… uhm… did you happen to wash it?” “No. Should I?” “No, no, in fact, please don’t. But… well… can you tell me when you… uhm… used it?” Zeina knitted her brow. “I – uh – voided overnight.” “Twice? Or – did you… uhm.. void in the morning? Em – I mean, into your underwear?” The possibility that the device had broken was beginning to mount. “I went on a run in the morning.” Of course! Isobel almost kicked herself for forgetting those journal entries. Light leaks, with the s penned in, and the comment describing some variation of running. It was only natural that… “Oh! You leak urine while running!” She blurted out the line with the jubilation of a quiz-show contestant. As soon as the garbled sentence escaped her mouth, she cringed from the deepest part of her soul. The humiliation welled inside and painted her cheeks a bright red. Isobel’s quick stammer of “I’m so sorry!” was masked by Zeina’s indifferent “yeah”. She mustered the courage to look at the general’s face and found nothing more than a knitted brow. In that instant, she decided to cut her losses. “I – I got it. Thank you so much for bearing with me, I’m just – getting used to the new device, too!” Her face reddened at saying those words, and she left Zeina’s quarters blushing like an apple. A deep gratitude towards the general’s saintlike patience welled inside her chest. Who the hell does she take me for? With Doctor Weiss out of the room, Zeina could snarl and grit her teeth in annoyance. Does she think that I’m a baby? But, though it made Zeina all the more irritated, the irate sarcasm was somewhat muted by the cold and wet padding that was still at her crotch. She had just pulled down her Delicates and seen the urine-stained padding when the knock came and she had to hastily pull the soaked underwear back on. Wearing them over a discussion about how she’d thoroughly wet herself was nothing short of mortifying. But – at least Doctor Weiss hadn’t noticed. And – it could’ve been worse. Zeina shuddered at the possibility of a lieutenant calling her to action stations. The fresh pair of Delicates that she was about to change into still rested on the bathroom counter. As she reached to pick it up, a flash of irritation appeared in the back of her nostrils. Zeina stiffened up, clean Delicates in hand, and loosened a heavy sneeze. In that instant, Isobel Weiss’s computer flashed to life, and recorded 021.1 ml detected. The same event had no register in Zeina Masri’s mind. Every so often, a fleet of tan-colored trucks would be brought out of their corrugated iron pens and were neatly lined up on FOB Cherokee’s concrete staging grounds. It was always a time of cheer for a smattering of soldiers, and a time of grumbling for their less savvy compatriots who had already expended all their available leave. A sergeant stood with a list and carefully inspected each man jumping onto the benches in the canvas-covered truck beds. To date, no soldiers had gone AWOL with the convoys into The Oasis. Today, the profanity-laden epithets coming from the stocky sergeant were of great mirth to the lucky passengers, most of which who knew that Sergeant Grissom had no leave to spend. The news had even reached Zeina’s ears, despite herself being six ranks clear of the next most decorated man going to town. She would be denied the joy of hearing the disgruntled man’s insults, for as soon as she fell into Chuck Grissom’s view, the stocky man broke into a stoic salute and courteously showed her the light armored car where she would sit. Joining her in the air-conditioned cabin was a young girl of no more than twenty, who held only a blank stare on her face – Aya, the base’s local interpreter. The gates of FOB Cherokee had not even fallen out of view when the trucks broke into songs that even the drill instructors had deemed too profane. The loud and jubilant voices of thirty men in each truck were loud enough to drown out the big diesel engines’ roar, and entered the noisy cabin of Zeina’s car. She smiled a bit as the chants about hookers and the insurgents’ mothers and the Navy echoed across the desert. There were even verses that she hadn’t yet heard in her five years at FOB Alpha. Her days of being in that number were probably finished, but just knowing that the soldiers of her time had passed their musical legacies along to the next generation filled her with joy. It was around this time that interpreters would become noticeably irritated with the epithets hurled at the locals, but Zeina could discern not an inkling of discomfort across Aya’s blank face. Completely fine by her, since she never had any inclination to chat with the interpreters. Her mind joined the soldiers’ songs in sync with their voices, dreamily recalling the years long gone before she would be granted a jumpseat and a personal driver and a canteen of ice-cold water chilled by the portable air-conditioning unit. As the convoy trudged along, however, Zeina found her greatest luxury to be the privacy of the light truck’s cabin. Too many refreshing drinks had given her a fresh need for a restroom, and clearly there would be none available until the convoy reached town – Zeina had no idea when that would be. The twinge from her belly was enough reminder for her to stop touching the canteen, and she prayed that holding off on the water until The Oasis would be enough to stave off an accident. She fidgeted a bit in her seat, trying not to arouse Aya’s suspicion. Each rock on the unpaved road’s surface sent a jolt through the cabin and rapped hard against her bladder. There was still nothing ahead on the road except miles and miles of desert, surrounded by brown shrubbery and draped by mountains behind dust clouds. Zeina took a deep breath, trying to ignore her ever-mounting desperation, and inhaled more grains of desert sand than her sinuses cared for. Zeina bladder gave in as soon as the irritation flared in her nose, but the heavy sneeze that followed would transform the weak dribble of urine into a heavy spurt that even her Delicates struggled to absorb. If not for her bladder only being half-full, Zeina would have completely wet herself, but she had enough strength in her sphincter to stop the leak while she sniffled. Nevertheless, the hot wetness at her crotch was quite obvious. It was some consolation that Aya’s blank expression had not changed at all. Is this girl even human? Just as she locked eyes with her wordless interpreter, Zeina got her answer when the young girl quickly averted her gaze. I wonder how old she is. Anyways, she had half a mind to take her attention off her bladder with a bit of talk. “Hiya!” Zeina called in a saccharine voice, as though she were talking to a puppy. “Yes, Madame General?” The quiet and steady voice was so deep that Zeina almost thought she’d gotten the interpreter’s sex wrong. But no – Aya was no doubt a girl, if only a baritone one. “Name’s Zeina. You can call me Zeina. You’re Aya?” “Yes, Madame General Zeina, I am Aya Sahin.” Her accent was strong but her English wasn’t slow or slurred. Impressive for a girl her age. “How old are you, Aya?” Zeina dropped the singsong voice. “Fifteen, Madame General Zeina. Impressive for a girl her age! “Hey, you’re so young!” Her next question was where are your parents? but Zeina knew to bite her tongue. A child here would never have a good answer to that. “You like it here? They pay you well?” “Yes, Madame General Zeina, the pay is well. It is more than my home town”. “Your hometown -” dammit, why can’t the town be closer? “- is it the town that we’re going to?” The words had only just left Zeina’s mouth when the truck hit a big rut in the gravel. Despite the truck’s pliable ride, the shock brought Zeina nearly out her seat. It was too much for her to handle – a long stream of hot pee dribbled out into her underwear. Her frantic efforts to control her bladder while keeping her composure blocked out Aya’s voice. “….very, very far away” were the only words that reached Zeina’s ears after she’d stopped her leak. In that time, the atmosphere of the truck had changed. I pried too much. Aya was too young a girl to be very, very far away from her home. What remained of their conversation was dry and forgettable. By now, Zeina had little mind to focus on her interpreter's words, for she was too caught up in her attempts to keep her Delicates dry. On the pothole-ridden desert road, it was quite the losing battle. No more than half a mile separated each episode of Zeina’s incontinence, and by the time The Oasis came into view she was wondering if her soaked padding might leak at an inopportune impact. Mercifully, by then Zeina’s bladder was too empty to leak much more. Though a warm wetness clung against her butt, a quick glance towards her lap revealed her fatigues and canvas seat to be completely dry. As she stood up, the added bulk at her crotch became patently obvious. Though her Delicates had performed admirably, Zeina would need to find a place to change into the pair in her bag, and soon. “Aya…” “Madame General Zeina, do you wish to use a restroom?” “I – hey! Yeah, but -”. What the hell? Zeina knit her brows and inadvertently broke into a piercing glare. “Why did you ask?” “Uh – Madame General Zeina, I would like to … how to say, use a restroom, if that is fine…” Only then did Zeina notice that the little girl was shying away from her terrifying expression. Shoot. “It’s fine, yeah, of course. I need to too.” Her face was burning a scarlet red for having scared her interpreter. Shoot, she’s too young! With Aya out of the car and leading the way, Zeina could see that the girl barely came up to her chest. She scuttled past the crowd of men gleefully disembarking from the tan trucks. “It is this way, Madame General Zeina”. The clay-colored buildings bristled with men slouched over counters and eyeing the strangers with suspicious eyes. Zeina did her best to avoid their hard gazes – it was strange enough already being dragged around by a girl half her age. The alleys seemed to narrow with each footfall. Just as Zeina was starting to wonder if Aya knew where she was going, the girl turned a corner and found a supermarket, automatic doorway and produce stand and all. “Let us go in here”. A few words to a cashier later and Zeina was in a bathroom stall at the back of the market. Though, on the outside, this market could not be further from the supermarkets at home if it were built on Mars, its inside was hardly different from the supermarkets in America. It was dirtier and the signs were unintelligible, but the bathroom’s white fluorescent lighting and tiled linoleum floor weren’t far removed from a lady’s room in a Kroger. Zeina had changed in similar places countless times. But – I could’ve changed earlier at home. Pulling the Delicates to her knees revealed to Zeina just how sodden her padding had become over the course of her car ride. I’m just lucky today. The soaked underwear couldn’t have held another cup of liquid. Had the journey lasted for another minute, Zeina knew she might have emptied herself onto her pants instead of over the toilet. I must watch my water. The fresh pair of Delicates she’d retrieved from her bag inspired confidence, but who knew when the next bathroom break would be? Zeina was ready to toss her used pair into the small trash bin when her hand brushed against the sensor attached to the dampened cloth. Oh – the ‘journal’. She unpinned the device and turned it over in her hand. Do I need to attach it? No doubt, whatever sensor Dr. Weiss was using could not possibly work over the umpteenth miles she had traveled. And anyways, she’d already put on the fresh pair of Delicates, and Aya was surely waiting outside by now. Without a second thought, Zeina pocketed the little sensor, threw away the wet underwear, and went to reconvene with her young interpreter. Aya was waiting furtively just outside the bathroom door. “Hiya, Aya”. “Hello, Madame General Zeina. Do you wish to buy any goods here?” “No, I’d better catch up with everybody else”. It was Zeina’s turn to drag Aya, if only to the door of the market. She was almost at the cashiers’ when she found a loudly humming freezer printed with the fading image of several smiling children. They all had popsicles in their hands. Zeina stopped. “Aya, do you eat ice cream?” She looked down and found the girl shaking her head. “Not many”. Poor thing! “Pick the ice cream that you want. It’s a gift.” For the first time, Zeina saw Aya’s dull eyes light up. “Thank you, Madame General Zeina!” Not even half a lifetime in war could keep Zeina from bursting into a warm smile at that. Ice cream – that was the only diplomacy she knew with children. It worked every time. For the rest of the trip, Aya let a bit of happiness into her voice every time she spoke between bites of her ice-cream cone. Zeina had to keep a happy face in turn, but it only took five minutes before the crushing boredom set in. Apparently command has decided “hearts and minds” would be won through glorified shopping trips to scowling hawkers who were almost surely charging the uniformed soldiers too much money. Aya didn’t mention it, but Zeina knew that all interpreters had express orders not to haggle. The blazing sun soon made Zeina forget all about her commitment to watch her drink. After the fifth purchase of tarps and canned food, she found her canteen empty. Although she kicked herself then, knowing at least some of the water would come right back out of her, two stops later she’d no choice but to refill the canteen and start drinking again. The sweat pouring off her back kept her padding somewhat dry, but the hours of lifting heavy crates found a few spurts escape into her padding anyways. With dampness covering her whole body, Zeina eventually gave up the fruitless task of feeling for if she needed changing. Though she no longer had to keep a notebook, Zeina found herself still subconsciously keeping a record of all her leaks. It took until after lunchtime before she could feel a spurt escape into her Delicates and forget all about it just seconds later. Loading the trucks with crates of pistachios invited many such episodes. She had just felt a few drops escape when a bald colonel approached her sheepishly, with a sweat-covered list in his hand. The man – Atwater – saluted. “General Masri, ma’am! I’d like to offer to load the – uh – pistachios, if you would please help do my job instead!” “This better be good.” She beckoned for the crumpled checklist. Feminine hygiene at women’s apothecary. The word women’s was circled in red ink. What, they don’t let men in? “You couldn’t find anybody else?” “I’m very sorry, ma’am, but I could not!” Atwater was holding a steely-eyed salute with such intensity that his face was turning red. Whatever, makes a nice change of pace. “Start loading, colonel.” “Yes, ma’am!” Atwater turned to the crates with some relief. Aya showed the way, and there was not far to go. It was a hole in the wall with dirty glass and shelves crammed so close together that you had to turn sideways jut to navigate the myriad medicines. Just as Zeina arrived, a bearded old man left the store, clutching a little plastic bag. Atwater, you idiot. The clerk was a young women dressed in the traditional garb. She stood up in attention as soon as she saw the uniformed Zeina enter the doorway. “Good maw-ning!”, she said through a thick accent, despite the fact that noon had just passed. The rest of her conversation was to Aya only. The two unsmiling girls shot off a rapid-fire conversation while the clerk rummaged around the back room for a few big cardboard boxes, held together with a few haphazardly placed strips of masking tape. Zeina laid them before her feet one-by-one, tore off the seals, and checked their contents. She couldn’t read any of the words on the packaging, but the pictures were all to familiar to her. Flowers, soft colors, a smiling woman, and a row of shaded-in droplets. Any pretense of the packages holding the usual products for “feminine hygiene” was dashed by the almost-hidden drawing of what was unmistakably a diaper. Zeina almost snarled. “Feminine hygiene”, huh? That’s your new word for it? But she had to let a cooler head prevail – after all, she couldn’t let the new “policy” slip to the clerk of Aya. “Everything is in order”. She closed and sealed the box. The next box’s packages had replaced the tiny drawing of the diaper with a pad – but it was for same purpose, as told by the six out of ten shaded-in droplets that were colored a light yellow. The general almost chuckled. No bullshit! You’ll never see that in America. Just as she was closing the boxes back up, Zeina was struck with the reminder that she might’ve exhausted all eight droplets of her own padding. She checked her watch – it had been almost four hours since Aya got her ice cream and she’d got a clean Delicates. Almost high time to leave then. Taking care to keep an empty expression, she asked Aya for the bathroom. Strangely, the girl seemed a little worried as she pointed out the dingy wooden door. This bathroom was nothing like the one in Kroger. It stunk and was illuminated only by a skylight. The toilet was flushed with a chain – at least it flushes at all! But any complaints Zeina had about the facilities was suddenly made insignificant by the realization that she didn’t have any more Delicates in her backpack. What the hell!? She shook down the bag and reached into all the crevices that a clean pair of underwear could’ve hidden in, but came back empty-handed each time. Shoot, shoot! There wasn’t even a pad that she could use, and of course no such dispenser in a bathroom like this. “Fuck!” Zeina groaned out loud. She was on the brink of stuffing half a roll of toilet paper down her fatigues when she suddenly remembered the packages she was ready to bring back. It can do! For once in her life, she was almost giddy at the thought of putting on a diaper. In her beeline for the packages, Zeina had almost forgotten about her young interpreter. When the little girl chirped a greeting, the general’s heart almost jumped out her throat in surprise. Mercifully, her just-emptied bladder could spill no more drops of urine. “Madame General Zeina, do we go now?” “Ah – no, not yet”. A little bit of blush had made it onto her face. Suddenly, Aya dropped her voice and her glare. “Madame General, erm… do you need any… help?” Any help? Any help? “N-no, I just, uh… I lost … something in one of the packages”. “Oh! Uh… I see”. Aya said no more. “Madame General, I will… I will go outside now”. “Sure”. Thank goodness. Now she wouldn’t have to explain away the rest. And what could my excuse have been? Zeina made sure the clerk, too, was turned away as she quietly slashed open a package of diapers and slid a pair out with her fingers. Maybe I could’ve said… I’m looking for a secret message? She smiled at her quick thinking. But thank you anyways, Aya. Zeina had grown to quite like the little girl. Good of her to leave me alone. A tinge of red remained on Zeina’s face as she tossed away her Delicates and pulled on the clinically-white pull-up. Shoot, this is the best they could do? Even the cheapest of supermarket diapers was better than this heavily crinkled and strangely bulky garment. The elastic waistband almost went above the waist of her fatigues. The smallest of movements twisted the paper-like padding. The soldiers are gonna get a riot out of these. Still, Zeina Masri had never before been as relieved to put on a pair of underwear. It didn’t take long for the hot day’s worth of drinks to catch up with Zeina. Though she’d emptied her canteen before embarking on the return trip, it only took a few minutes for the twinges in her stomach to tell her that her bladder was filling much faster than she would’ve wanted. The featureless desert, itself obscured by the huge clouds of dust kicked up by the convoy, offered Zeina nothing to take her mind off the mounting pressure. Even the soldiers had stopped singing in cadence, and now only erupted in raucous laughter every few seconds when somebody cracked a crude joke that Zeina couldn’t hear. Aya had fallen asleep in her canvas jumpseat. The little girl, who’d no doubt been thrust headlong into a world of turmoil long before she’d had a chance to grow up, looked to Zeina a perfect image of tranquility. The armored car’s violent shudders and the battalion’s loud jeers did nothing to arouse Aya from her peaceful slumber. Each bump in the road shook her waiflike body despite the jumpseat’s restraints, until her head came to rest upon Zeina’s shoulder. It’s almost like she’s my daughter. It had been years since Zeina’s commanders had last sent her to handle the local children. All of them had eventually realized that she was hardly better at winning their approval than the quick-tempered and foul-mouthed soldiers she led. Maybe I’m getting older – but maybe Aya’s just different. There was something about the stoic interpreter that had deeply resonated with her. Aya’s warm head bouncing lightly on her shoulder seemed to be lulling Zeina to sleep. But years of service had made her too stout and too disciplined to ever catch a wink of rest during the day – despite the day’s labor and what should’ve been lingering jet-lag, she could not feel an ounce of fatigue in her body. She tried relaxing, focusing only on her breathing and letting her eyelids grow heavy, but that only turned her mind to the slight discomfort at her nether regions. The diaper she’d poached added nothing to her comfort. Try as she might by shifting around in her seat, Zeina could not work the scratchy padding into an unobtrusive location. Her vain hope that sleep could slake her overactive bladder was suddenly dashed when a gust of cold air from the temperamental air conditioner rode up her pant legs and grazed her thigh. Zeina’s relaxed body left the sensation to a subconscious memory of the moments before she relieved herself: it took several long seconds for the general to rouse herself from her little slumber and reign in the stream of urine that she was carelessly loosening into her diaper. The episode has sent her sitting upright in consternation, much to the displeasure of Aya, who furrowed her brow and missed a breath but thankfully remained deep in sleep. That much was the only inkling of dignity that could be salvaged by Zeina, who had just discovered that her diaper’s papery padding did little to keep the feeling of wetness away from her skin. Damnnit, they want us to wear these? Even though she knew that her return trip would not take much longer, Zeina couldn’t help but fret over the precarious situation in her fatigues. Her jubilation at having snatched the pull-ups had been totally forgotten and replaced with the prayer that the padding would last the time between now and a change into a pair of Delicates. The frustration was beginning to mount in her chest, part of it at her own carelessness in forgetting to pack an extra pair, but mostly at the brass who’d insisted that all her compatriots be equipped with – these. Isobel – fucking – Weiss! But Zeina caught herself before she could be too enraptured in anger at somebody who’d surely had little to do with the situation. With a sigh of resignation, she leaned forward in her seat and put her hands on her shaking knees, and put all her fortitude towards keeping herself as dry as possible before the trucks returned to the hangers at FOB Cherokee. For once, a careful monitoring of liquid intake and a constant vigilance for keeping her control intact had made Zeina’s bladder unusually cooperative. The effort, however, was wasted on the dismal padding swelling between her thighs. Each time a spurt of urine escaped from her, Zeina was awash with the fresh dread that she would feel a patch of wetness in her seat. When the armored car at long last parked itself at the base’s staging grounds, she was convinced that even walking with her usual gait would send the diaper leaking all over her fatigues. Aya was still asleep, and Zeina had no intent of waking her as she whispered a goodbye and shuffled off towards the base’s reinforced doors, all the while ignoring all eye contact from the soldiers disembarking behind her. Each step of the journey towards her room had Zeina’s thighs squeezing the swollen diaper at her crotch. She could almost feel the beads of urine seeping out the inexplicably paper-like padding each time it happened. Worse still, she still had a pressing need to empty herself, and the feeling of the soaked diaper was only building the stress at her sphincter. The only bit of solace she could take was in the halls being almost deserted at this hour. Almost deserted, until she rounded the final corner and was suddenly greeted by a familiar voice. “General Masri! I have-” “Not right now!” The words tumbled from Zeina’s mouth dripping with an unquenchable malice that had suddenly flared for Isobel Weiss. The anger subsided as fast as it had erupted, to be replaced with an embarrassment that painted the general’s face bright red. But whatever she had to think about Dr. Weiss was shoved aside by the pounding desperation which had seemingly compounded fivefold in five minutes. Her diaper’s perilous state forgotten, Zeina practically sprinted into towards her room. Her hand was on the bathroom’s doorknob when her the dam in her bladder finally broke. Not – here! Zeina leapt towards the toilet and tore open the clasp on her belt, while her other hand rushed to yank her fatigues down to her ankles. Had she been wearing her Delicates, her outstretched fingers would’ve pulled them off as well, but the high elastic wasitband of the diaper was just outside her reach. There was no recourse – Zeina flung herself down onto the toilet with the pull-up still at her crotch, and emptied her bladder into the already soaked padding. It took barely a second for the hot urine to pour past the diaper’s sides and into the toilet bowl below with a loud patter. Zeina was too defeated to make any effort to stop herself from emptying her bladder into the overwhelmed diaper, even after the initial wave of relief subsided the disgust at what she was doing began mounting. It seemed an eternity before she was finally empty. Zeina didn’t even look down as she dejectedly ripped apart the diaper at her waist and threw tit into the trash. She kept her glance far away from her diaper as she wiped the urine from her buttocks and flushed away the urine that had spilled from the padding. As she went to put on a pair of Delicates, she tried her utmost to force the memory from her head. Had it been any other day, perhaps the endeavor would’ve been successful – but today she had the 1600 to attend to. The 1600… about the diapers. As with most meetings Zeina had attended over the years, the 1600 contained not a single soul who wished to be there, and would no doubt conclude with everybody wanting their past hour of life back. Isobel Weiss was the first to speak, dressed in a crisp white dress uniform and speaking in jargon with an air of haughty professionalism, none of which endeared her even a bit to the increasingly incredulous audience. Next was the quartermaster, whose long presentation about the procurement and usage guidelines for the “new equipment” featured only the terminology prescribed by the army. Zeina could watch as the soldiers’ confusion turned into dismay as the true nature of their “new equipment” for “feminine hygiene” settled in. Half an eternity passed before the rotund woman finished her speech, in which time all optimism in the audience’s faces had been utterly erased. If there was any lingering doubt that the Pentagon had decided to issue diapers for the women, Zeina was there to erase it. She gave a few half-hearted lines of praise for the room’s exemplary bravery, followed by an explanation of the blow to national security that was using a piss jug in the field. When she was through with dispensing the bullshit, it was time for her coup de grace. From behind the podium, she procured the folded garment held in a ziploc bag. It was unmistakably a diaper. “I have here-” she unfolded and held up the garment for all the room to glare at “-an example of the new equipment that you will be issued”. Half the room was scowling and the other half was still in shock. It’s going great. “You will only need to wear this on missions. It’s worn as a replacement for your underwear. And – it’ll look and feel just like underwear.” It took all of Zeina’s strength to not burst into bitter laughter upon delivering those three words. The worst was yet to come. “In fact -” Zeina looked down at her pants and unclipped her belt. Not a soul moved in the room. She tugged at her fatigues and gave the grand display straight out of a bad TV commercial. “- I’m wearing one right now”. There it was, for the room to see: General Zeina Masri, with her pants at her knees, clad in a diaper worn over black compression shorts”. Kill. Me. Now. A big bonus had been paid for this very moment. Hope you enjoyed that kickback, you fucking Pentagon scum. Zeina was awash with disgust, but had to put on a stoic and cheery face as she looked towards the audience. It hadn’t prepared her for the absolute contempt with which she was affixed. She’d always hated public speaking, but this was the worst experience yet. Her brain, already pounding with the embarrassment of all this, was suddenly sent into a flurry of nervousness. The hour and half since her last bathroom visit suddenly caught up with her. Standing in front of fifty livid faces, with her pants around her ankles, showing off her diaper to a crowd, Zeina suddenly felt an enormous heaviness rise in her bladder. She was pulling her pants back up when the nervous spurt of pee escaped – into the Delicates that she was wearing underneath the compression shorts. She cracked a grimace to hide her blush. Her Delicates were more than capable of hiding the leak, but Zeina could not remember being so mortified in her life. At least the audience, who were none the wiser about their beloved general’s incontinence, shared in her chagrin. Their glares suddenly became a source of comfort to Zeina. Isobel Weiss would’ve been shot by now. By the time she stiffened herself up to deliver a few stilted closing remarks, Zeina couldn’t feel a drop of wetness at her crotch. The terrible diaper she had just demonstrated crumpled around her legs, but at least she had no use for the padding this time. Fuck, It just had to remind me! The room gave a pained round of applause at her speech’s conclusion and rose from their seats, ready to troop back to their barracks and curse out everybody who’d come up with this hare-brained plan. Even before they left the room, Zeina had already made out the refrain that she must’ve felt great, since nobody forced her to wear diapers. I need a cold shower. She was ready to troop off to her room and pretend this meeting had never occurred when the hand tapped her shoulder. “General Masri?” “… what is it, Isobel?” Zeina gritted her teeth. “I’m… I’m awfully sorry about this, but… may I ask if you can in to my office?” The fear and concern in Dr. Weiss’s voice melted Zeina a bit. “Alright”, she answered with little enthusiasm. Isobel Weiss had too many years’ experience dealing with unruly patients, but nothing could pain her more than angering the always collected and professional General Zeina Masri. She was the type that could only be made angry by an utterly unforgivable mistake. Patients as good as her were rarer than diamonds, and Isobel had no intention of shattering the diamond that was Zeina Masri. Nevertheless, today she could feel the tension in her gut. On the walk to her office, she played with the thought of calling everything off. Oh, I’m so sorry, I forgot I had another meeting! Or maybe, I just needed to check your vaccines are up to date! But she couldn’t work up the courage to pester the General now, just to call her back tomorrow. No, the question had to be broached today, right here and right now. “General Masri…it’s about the…the tracker that I gave you. I couldn’t help but notice a… lapse in the recording… would you, erm, know why that might have happened?” She heaved a sigh of relief when Zeina did not immediately fly into a fit of rage. On the contrary, her expression was as blank and patient as ever. “Oh – yeah, I took it off when I was in town”. She produced the device from her pocket. Isobel was about to cheerfully conclude the appointment when General Masri suddenly furrowed her brow. “Wait – how can you tell?” With a little too much jubilation, Isobel let the truth tumble from her mouth. “Right – it’s a little feature that I added – the tracker can be paired to a receiver, this one, right here – and still collect data. Oh, but, I had forgotten to give it to you, so I gave it to the interpreter girl, what was she called…” “Aya?” The anger with which General Masri spat the name almost made Isobel wet herself in fear. “You gave it to Aya?” “Yes! I mean – I gave it to Aya, yes, but please! General Masri, please understand, I can assure you that Aya knew nothing, I mean, I just told her to take it with her – you see, I thought she would be closest to you…” She gave it to Aya. The little girl who she’d given ice cream to, who was so young and so jaded, who had fallen asleep on her shoulder… Isobel’s words were drowned out by the memories rushing back. “Madame General, do you need any help?” Help with what? With going to the toilet? And the packages in the apothecary… “Isobel Weiss. I will only ask you this once.” The doctor gulped and took a step back. “General Masri, please…” The word had just come off Isobel Weiss’s lips when the ear-piercing siren drowned out the rest of her protest. Suddenly, the entire medical bay was engulfed in the a blinding red light coming from the strobe on the wall. Dr. Weiss’s eyes bulged even bigger and her face became as white as her coat. Take cover! Zeina Masri forgot her squabble in that moment. With the force of pure reflex, she pulled Isobel Weiss down into her arms, and threw her body back with the smaller woman in tow. She barely even felt the impact of their combined weight on the hard linoleum floor, and had not an inkling of the spurt of urine that the landing had worked from her bladder. Isobel’s indiscriminate scream was cut short by an earsplitting explosion which shook Zeina to her bone. Acting on pure adrenaline, she yanked the petrified doctor towards a bed, and pushed her bodily underneath the sparse protection provided by the mattress. Isobel was rendered almost unconscious by fear. Zeina was not so lucky. She could feel every ounce of the terror that she’d thought a figment of her past rise up in her body and spill out her mouth. Five years ago, she would’ve known to hunker down and clench her teeth, but this time she couldn’t help but scream. She’d long ago wet herself in terror, and in her prone position, her Delicates were all too easily overwhelmed by the uncontrolled stream of pee. The hot urine spilled past her soft padding and into her compression shorts, which managed to divert the stream away from the standard-issue diaper that she’d just shown off to her compatriots. Though she was wearing two articles for her incontinence, Zeina’s fatigues were soon blotted with a growing stain of her pee. The second explosion landed. Closer, more powerful, and it shattered the last bit of Zeina’s composure. For the first time in two, almost three years, she emptied her bowels in fear, into a garment that had never been designed for that sort of accident. The brown mush pushed past the useless cloth Delicates and into her compression shorts, again rendering the diaper she wore over it entirely useless. Not that Zeina noticed it, so enraptured was she in total terror. A third explosion rocked the world. She cupped her hand over her ears and screamed again. The fourth explosion was the last one. The alarms kept screaming, and men all around her were shouting, jumping into their trucks and tanks and arming their mortars for a retaliatory strike, but Zeina only noticed that peace, finally, had returned to the world. Isobel awoke with no idea where she was. The sounds of mayhem were crashing all around her, and her head was spinning. She was sideways – lying on her side, on the ground. There was a muted pain in her right shoulder. Something putrid was in the air. She felt a wetness all along the side of her pants. Oh no, I’ve wet myself! With what seemed to be the last of her strength, she moved a hand to her crotch. Dry. No, I haven’t. It suddenly dawned on her – My blood! But a sideways glance found no growing pool of crimson. Instead, it found a familiar face. “General Masri!” It all came rushing back to her. Something – something terrible had happened. Zeina Masri was there when it happened. General Masri had – General Masri had saved her, of course! “General Masri!” She said it again, her voice full of joy, through the tears that were forming at her eyes. She let herself be consoled by Zeina Masri’s stable, fearless voice. For a minute, maybe ten minutes, or a year, Isobel Weiss sobbed at the exhilaration of it all. She was being shaken – Zeina Masri was shaking her – and she finally decided to raise her head from her face. “Doctor Weiss, you’re OK, you’re OK. You’ll probably have see some patients. I – I have to go change.” Isobel propped herself up onto her hands. Her left hand sat in a puddle of something warm. Her blurred vision refocused, just in time to see Zeina Masri walk away with a stain on the back of her fatigues. The putrid smell lingered for just a few moments after the general closed the door. She looked down at her body, finding no pool of blood erupting from a great gash. Her left leg was wet and warm, but her crotch was dry. She examined the puddle – a puddle of yellow liquid. Zeina? Her mind turned away from Zeina the general, Zeina the bulwark, Zeina the sentinel, who had just saved her entire world. It turned towards Zeina the patient, the one who had come in six years ago with a dampened pad in her panties, the one who she’d first supplied with extra pads, then incontinence pads, then diapers, and had eventually went and bought the fancy absorbent panties that were being advertised on TV. Zeina Masri, Diagnosis: Incontinence.
  17. I don't know what was so scary that she completely wet herself but I rather not know because me and scary things don't mix. Thanks to CraftMyWarpStar for the art

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  18. Reyna felt the wind blow across her skin and knew a battle was brewing. She had been waiting in a small alcove in the Asian style architecture found in Haven. She had been there for quite some time just waiting for any rival agents to appear. Her dark clothing allowed her to stay relatively unnoticeable in the shadowy corner where she now stood. Reyna suddenly heard footsteps in her area. Quickly she hunkered down as her senses went on high alert. She grimaced as she felt a few drops of urine hit the fabric of her panties . A full bladder was the least of Reyna's concerns however, as the footsteps started to get closer. Jett carefully made her way toward the bomb site, checking corners as she went. her job was simple. Get in plant the spike, get out. That didn't mean t was going to be easy. The fabric of the Korean girl's pants rustled as she moved along the corridor. She clutched her vandal assault rifle in her hands. Looking at her map Jett saw that the bomb site was just around the next corner. She shivered in anticipation, and felt her abdomen clench. She had never done particularly well at keeping her clothes dry during tense situations. More often than not Jett could be seen exiting a battle with a large stain covering her pants. She would just have to hope this time was different. It was showtime. As Reyna stared down the scope of her operator sniper rifle, she saw a flash of movement to her right. Instinctively she fired a shot and dove behind cover. Crouching, Reyna made her way to a large stack of boxes which would provide both cover and good sight lines. It was imperative that she stay a good distance from her target as her sniper would be much less effective up close. Similarly, Jett was also crouched down behind a box. However she was not thinking about battle tactics. Instead she was focused on not wetting her pants. That shot had been too close for comfort even with her advanced mobility. Already a small stain had become visible on her grey sweat pants. After a moment of frantic holding Jett began to calm down. She had seen a flash of purple on the other side of the bomb site, meaning her adversary was none other than Reyna. She was in for a long battle. Reyna stood behind the boxes as she tried to calm her breathing. Her bladder was closing in on its breaking point, but Reyna was unable to do anything about it as taking her attention off of the battle could cost her a lot more than a change of pants. Suddenly a thought came to her. She concentrated and summoned a ball of dark energy in her hand. She threw it around the boxes and after a few seconds she peeked out and looked for a shot. Jett had seen the sphere hurtling toward her and froze. It exploded mere feet in front of her and suddenly she could see only darkness. With her vision limited to only her immediate surroundings, Jett acted off pure instinct. She used her tailwind ability to instantly dive for any kind of cover. Fortunately she found it. Diving behind a small stone wall, Jett heard the sharp whizz of a bullet and felt the air of the passing shot on her neck. Her breath came in gasps as she sat behind the wall. her back was pressed against the stones as she felt another unpleasant sensation. She groaned as she looked down and confirmed her suspicions. Once again she would not be leaving with clean pants. Her bladder was completely voiding itself with no input from Jett required. The small stain that had resider on her pants before quickly grew as the Korean pissed her self. Her pee poured through her pants forming a puddle on the ground. The warm liquid pooled below her thighs and ass, as well as continuing to spread out ward. Jett's thoughts were rudely interrupted however when she remembered her current situation. She wanted this fight to be over as quickly as possible. She grabbed her gun and was ready to take the fire fight when she realized one important thing was missing. The spike. She frantically scanned her surroundings before realizing that it was nowhere to be found. With no spike, no plan, and a very gross pair of pants, Jett decide to throw in the towel. Slowly backing up Jett moved past the wall she was hiding behind, and with out hesitation, dashed towards an open door way. She heard another shot go off, and her bladder responded by sending what little pee it still contained into her underwear. This resulted in a one second stream, nothing compared to its release earlier. Jett ran down the corridor at a sprint. She would live to fight another day. Reyna saw the other woman running and knew she had won. Although her adversary had lived, the bomb had not been planted making the mission a success. Reyna didn't feel like celebrating though. As soon as she had seen Jett run away she had dropped her weapon and hunched over hands between her legs. Her bladder was screaming for release, and unless Reyna found a toilet now, it would do so in her pants. Reyna started to hobble down the cobblestone streets of Haven as she scanned desperately for a place to relive herself. Walls and boxes passed by with little recognition as Reyna focused fully on her new objective. She even failed to notice the puddle created by her opponent, hidden behind one wall. After a solid ten minutes of searching, however, Reyna knew there was no hope. With a whimper and a shiver, she lost control. Reyna stood frozen as her bladder emptied, piss rushing into her pants. Immediately, the already dark material covering her crotch deepened in hue. She felt her legs warm as the urine poured down her tan thighs. A puddle began to form on the ground as the pee made its way to the ground. Reyna could only stare in shock as she peed her pants. After a full three minute accident Reyna continued her walk in a daze. Her mission had been completed but at the cost of her dignity.
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    This is a scene from an old hentai, on this one a girl has got to defeat an onni (a kind of japanese demon), she just has got to bound him but when she finds him, she discover the onni is a huge creature and she wets herself in fear. Note: This video is an old file, I has got some problems to edit it, and to watch it, if you have some problems to play it, I sugest to you to use VLC Media Player to watch the video.
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    The full version of Alba v Dragon from the Fear Wetting Compilation Volumes. Made using LivingInfinite's Skyrim Incontinence Mod
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  21. Time for me to write a new scenario! In this scenario, a college freshman wakes up to find herself in a small dark room in an unknown land presumably haunted location. A horror lurks around the area, and if the girl gets too scared she'll piss herself. All four of the girls are equally self conscious about wetting themselves, and they are extremely pee-shy about popping a squat anywhere. She doesn't know how long she's been knocked out, but it's been long enough that she's now squirming a little. Who is this girl? A) Chanda Nerushan, a scruffy South Indian rocker girl in tight ripped jeans and a tank top. B) Reema al-Saade, an tall Iraqi webcomic artist in a headscarf, loose jeans, and cardigan. C) Aphiwe Mhlambiso, a fit South African guitar player in shorts and a t-shirt. D) Irene Sacristán, a nerdy Colombian video gamer in brown pants and a long-sleeved t-shirt. What is the room like? A) The stony floor and dank air of a dungeon in a castle B) The steel floor and chilly air of a chamber in a cold mountain laboratory C) The wooden floor and muggy air of a boarded-up room in the middle of a swamp What horror lurks around? A) An unholy curse B) A biological abomination C) A mechanical nightmare A few more questions to come after these are answered.
  22. Hello all! This is a new series that I am starting. It's going to be a collection of short stories that are all set in the same fictional world of Glecoya. I will (hopefully) continue to post new stories and update pretty regularly. Most, if not all, of the stories will be female based. I am open to feedback as well as any suggestions. Thanks very much, and enjoy reading! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ A Knight in The Jungle Eylsica dashed throughout the forest, hacking at the dense undergrowth with her sword. Her quarry was just visible through the trees up ahead. As a Knight of Protection, a member of one of the four human knight organizations that inhabited Glecoya, t was her duty to defend the Human territories from any who might cause harm. That was what she was doing now. Her target, a tall man dressed in black robes, was pulling away in front of her. Although his dark cloak were an asset when the assassin was in a gloomy city it was less helpful out in the wilderness, as it revealed to Eylsica his exact location. Still, he was pulling away. Assassins were meant for speed and stealth after all, and the man's lithe build put Eylsica at a heavy disadvantage when running through the heavy vegetation. Eylsica was unwilling to give up just yet. Gritting her teeth, she pushed on. After a few more minutes of heavy running, she realized it was hopeless and started to slow down. At least she had chased him out of the Human lands, they had crossed the border into Fey territory a while back. Eylsica pulled to a stop, breathing deeply. She had been tracking the assassin for over a week, all for him to just get away. Her superiors were not going to be happy. Eylsica looked around, scanning her surroundings. She consulted briefly with her map, before turning around ready to head back to Venport, the city where her Order of Knights was located. She stopped however when something caught her eye. Was that a house? This portion of jungle to the Southeast of the Human territory was mostly uninhabited. Sure you got a few hermits, but never in a home this nice. It had two stories for God's sake! Eylsica had also heard stories of witches and mages inhabiting the jungle. She narrowed her eyes. I should probably check this out, she thought. To make sure it's safe. Plus she was so thirsty. Her waterskin had run dry hours ago. She would need to find a stream soon to refill it. Or she could get a drink from whoever was inside. She walked toward the house and knocked, keeping her hand on the hilt of her sword just in case. The door was pulled open to reveal a squat woman in brown clothing with a black cloak over top. Behind the woman Eylsica could see a shelf covered in bottles of varying shapes and sizes. Definitely a witch. Eylsica immediately grew cautious. Witches could be very dangerous. But she just so thirsty! And water from some random stream would taste so much worse than whatever this woman could offer. "Come in dear!" the witch said in a high airy voice. "You look parched! Let me get you something to drink". She walked through the house and turned into a room where Eylsica couldn't see her. Now Eylsica was even more cautious. But she really needed to drink something. Fortunately, she was a knight who was trained for difficult situations. When the witch arrived with her beverage, Eylsica discreetly slipped a vial from her traveling pouch. It was filled with a clear, watery liquid. The vial contained puresap, a mix of various antidotes mixed with the sap of the redthorne tree. When combined, the substances mixed to create a liquid that could mostly negate the effects of magic substances. She poured the vial into her beverage when the witch wasn't looking, then downed the whole thing. Eylsica sighed. The beverage tasted pretty good and quenched her thirst well. After thanking the woman, who she payed for the drink, Eylsica left the cabin. When she looked back the witch had an odd, disappointed look on her face. A few hours later found Eylsica hiking through the muggy jungle. She was only a day or two away from the nearest village, but over a week from Venport. She was accustom to camping in the woods when she couldn't find a town or village with an open bed. That didn't mean she wanted to sleep in the wilderness, but it wouldn't be the worst thing. As she trudged through the dense jungle, Eylsica felt an odd tingling sensation in her toes. The sensation gradually moved up her legs, reaching her calves, thighs, and hips. There it stoped. Puzzled, Eylsica stopped and examined her legs. They looked normal. She was dressed in her Knights of Protection uniform, a blue coat over a chainmail chestplate. She had taken off the armor covering her legs to help with the heat, leaving the wool leggings underneath. The tingling continued. This is weird Eylsica thought. Maybe I'm just tired. Frowning she made to continue her hike. But as soon as Eylsica tried to take a step, she collapsed. Groaning, Eylsica attempted to stand. She couldn't. She tried to stand once more before realizing the problem. She couldn't feel her legs. The tingle was gone, replaced by an empty void. As she looked, she could still move her legs and feet, but she couldn't feel it. In fact, if Eylsica moved her legs while glancing in the other direction there was no way to know she was moving. How had this happened? The witch's potion! The puresap must not have been enough to completely negate the potion's effects. It had only weakened them, confining the feeling to her lower body. Eylsica suspected that if the potion hadn't been weakened, she would be the witch's prisoner at the moment. Now she just had to figure out what her next step would be. After a few minutes, and several falls, Eylsica was able to stand without the support of a near by tree. Next, she had to figure out if she could walk. She tried to take a few steps, but found it challenging. After a few more attempts, however, she realized that if she just watched her legs constantly, she was able to keep some semblance of hand eye coordination, enough to walk with. Still, the going was slow. At this rate it would take Eylsica months to reach Venport. What can I do? the knight thought. I just have to keep walking. So she did. After about an hour Eylsica took a break from her snail's pace to rest. She leaned against a tree and closed her eyes. Not a moment later, Eylsica was startled out of her relaxation. She had heard a sound. In the uninhabited jungles, there was no telling how many dangerous creatures were on the prowl. She drew her sword and stood waiting, listening intently. She heard the sound again. It was a quiet hissssssss. It could be a snake-like creature. The sound grew louder. Eylsica braced herself, eyes darting around in an attempt to locate the sounds origin. She soon found it. The sound was coming from her. Eylsica's eyes widened in shock as she looked at her legs. A dark stain was rapidly spreading across her wool leggings. The hissss was the sound of Eylsica peeing herself. She looked on, powerless to top the stream, as the stain on her clothing grew larger. A puddle began to form on the ground below her. Rivers of urine poured down her legs. The fabric around her thighs was almost black due to the saturation. And of course, Eylsica couldn't feel any of it. It was a truly strange sensation. She could see the piss running down her legs, but was unable to feel her bladder emptying, or the liquid staining her cloths. After about a minute, her stream died down. She was still confused about the sensation of not feeling her accident. Still, her curiosity didn't take away from the embarrassment of wetting her pants like a child. After some struggle, Eylsica was able to change her clothes, thankful for the spare uniform she kept in her bag. She continued her slow walk to the nearest town. A few days later, Eylsica stumbled into the village of Cestin. She was exhausted. Feeling had just began to return to her legs. That felt great, but didn't make the last mile any easier. She had wet herself multiple times since the first incident. It was hard for her to know when she needed to stop to relive herself when she couldn't feel how full her bladder was. There were a few times when she hadn't even realized she was peeing her pants until it was too late. To make matters worse, she only had one spare uniform. This meant that she was forced to wear her soiled leggings while walking. She was glad that she couldn't feel the wet fabric rubbing against her legs. She didn't miss the looks that her obviously soiled garments drew form the townspeople, though they were polite enough not to say anything. After an embarrassing conversation with the innkeeper, Eylsica was able to secure a room for the night. She collapsed down on to the bed, immediately pulling off her wet leggings, and donning the nightgown the inn provided. She hopped into the wash basin and emerged twenty minuted later feeling much better. She stubbed her toe on the bed as she entered the main room and cursed. Then she started to smile. She now had full feeling in her legs, toes, feet, and thankfully bladder. Eylsica laid down on the soft mattress and soon drifted off to a peaceful sleep.
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